“There, on the mossy forest floor, saunters a phantom, until he finds himself rippling alongside the subtle sways of an ever flowing current.
As the sun sets, it glistens the droplets contouring his delicate milky silhouette wrapped in vibrant strokes of stained paint, contrasting the cloud reflected river.
If observing from a distance, you would likely only see his fiery locks radiating against his earthy-toned surroundings.
Or from even further, you might mistake him for a single warm-lit cabin window, illuminating welcomingly in the wintry darkness.”
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