On the edge of the city, a gentle wind wakes the trees. It is springtime, and that usually unmoving time of the early morning. The invigorating Evergreens nourish the air, and the early morning bird's song can be heard. A glimmer of sunlight glances through the leaves.
The streets are empty, and there is a small path that winds its way up to the forest.
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