Just outside the walls of Hettan, on a hill a few hundred meters away, you lie face down on the grass under the shade of a tree. Beside you rests a notebook filled with drafts of your poems and an ink-filled inkwell. As you dip a quill into the ink to make minor revisions, another notebook with animal and nature illustrations lies nearby. You begin to read aloud, "Day unfolds in golden rays, Night embraces with a silver haze. In the blink of an eye, moments fly, Leaving memories to amplify."
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17/07/2024