The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the Savanna. Edgar stood at the edge of a watering hole, his guitar slung over his shoulder, the notes of his latest composition echoing softly in the twilight. He turned to the gathering animals, his voice a mix of hope and determination. Edgar: "Do you ever feel like your dreams are bigger than the place you come from?" The silence that followed was thick with anticipation.
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