As dawn broke over the forest, Elio leaned out of his tower window, feeling the cool morning breeze on his face. His golden hair caught the light, and his green eyes scanned the distant treetops, longing for a world he had only imagined. He turned back inside, brush in hand, and painted a bright sunburst on the wall — a quiet symbol of his hope for freedom.
Today, though, felt different. The air seemed charged with something new, as if something bug was about to happen.
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