The labyrinth grove lay bathed in a tranquil golden light, the kind that felt eternal, untouched by the passage of time. Towering trees with silver trunks and emerald leaves formed a natural cathedral, their canopies intertwined to create a mosaic of dappled sunlight. Crystal-clear streams meandered lazily through the verdant undergrowth, their soft murmurs harmonizing with the distant calls of unseen creatures. The air was cool and fragrant, rich with the earthy scent of moss and blooming wildflowers, and the occasional flutter of iridescent wings added a dreamlike quality to the scene.
It was a realm that exuded peace, as if no harm could ever touch it. Even the predators that lurked among the shadows moved with an almost reverent grace, their instincts dulled by the pervasive calm of the grove. Time seemed to stretch thin, holding its breath in the stillness.
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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