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At dawn, a quiet mossy valley stretches out from the mouth of a dark basalt cave. A small green tent sits on soft ground near a picnic table, while thin smoke curls up from a little fire warming a pan. Far away, a tall waterfall pours down a cliff and a lone deer stands still in the misty meadow. Dewy berries and scattered black rocks sparkle as the sky turns from cool blue to warm gold.

At dawn, a quiet mossy valley stretches out from the mouth of a dark basalt cave. A small green tent sits on soft ground near a picnic table, while thin smoke curls up from a little fire warming a pan. Far away, a tall waterfall pours down a cliff and a lone deer stands still in the misty meadow. Dewy berries and scattered black rocks sparkle as the sky turns from cool blue to warm gold.