The Forest
The sun withdrew its warm rays, as it vanished behind the trees; leaving the Earth in a cloak of darkness, to be illuminated by the twinkling stars overhead. A small fire with bright, amber flames danced within a circle of rough, uneven rocks. Above, a dense smoke with a crisp, oaky scent was carried along by the breeze. As it swept through the trees, it exuded a soft rushing sound that quieted the night.





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