Travelling
Mist wraps the hills like a secret, and the clouds drift low, whispering tales only silence understands. Each breath of fog feels like a hidden chapter unfolding across the ridges.
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Mist wraps the hills like a secret, and the clouds drift low, whispering tales only silence understands. Each breath of fog feels like a hidden chapter unfolding across the ridges.
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