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A quiet, foggy lake sits beside tall pine trees in the cold dawn light. A burnt-orange tent glows through the mist on mossy ground and flat stones, with a fishing rod resting against a tree. Near a weathered stump with an axe, trail mix is spilled on a rough log, and a tiny hot spring sends up soft steam by the icy shore.

A quiet, foggy lake sits beside tall pine trees in the cold dawn light. A burnt-orange tent glows through the mist on mossy ground and flat stones, with a fishing rod resting against a tree. Near a weathered stump with an axe, trail mix is spilled on a rough log, and a tiny hot spring sends up soft steam by the icy shore.