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A quiet forest clearing sits below a hill, with soft gray afternoon light drifting through the trees. A blue tent glows warmly inside, its door cracked open like a small, cozy lantern. Pine cones and stone gravel dot the ground, and a big lichen-speckled boulder watches from the front. Butterflies float near tiny wildflowers as the breeze stirs the grass.