Beneath the emerald canopy, where whispers weave through ancient trees,A sylvan realm, untouched by time, hums with secrets on the breeze.Moss carpets soft, a verdant hue, where footsteps vanish into air,And sunlight spills like liquid gold, painting dreams beyond compare.The forest breathes an ageless song, where shadow dances, light entwines,Each leaf a page of fabled lore, spun in threads of mystic lines.The brook sings soft in crystal notes, a melody that sirens knew,Guiding wanderers through the haze, to lands where petals drink the dew.Here lies a realm where fairies dwell, their laughter chiming, sweetly sung,With wings that shimmer, spun of mist, in hues of twilight's silken tongue.A castle glimmers, ivy-clad, its towers lost in boundless skies,Where sleeping tales awaken slow, beneath the gaze of moonlit eyes.Oh, step into this spellbound glade, where every path leads hearts astray,Where time dissolves in golden light, and dreams come alive to play.For in this forest, rich with charm, enchantment blooms, eternal, free—A fairy-tale of endless wonder, a sanctuary for the soul to be.
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