#Chapter83
An owl hooted in the dark and thick luxuriant forest.
The rustling of leaves was heard when the cold winds whirled past them, carrying few dried petals and their essence. The trees stood tall and proud, like the warriors of an army shielding the fauna inside them. The birds sat in silence, awaiting the first rays of the morning sun that would dictate the start of a new day.
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