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The waterfall whispered softly, its white threads slipping over smooth stones barely moving with the wind. A gentle mist formed at the bottom, carrying the scent of earth and rain. Beneath its hush, the forest seemed to pause, listening to the language of falling water.
The waterfall whispered softly, its white threads slipping over smooth stones barely moving with the wind. A gentle mist formed at the bottom, carrying the scent of earth and rain. Beneath its hush, the forest seemed to pause, listening to the language of falling water.