As the breeze rustles through the trees, Tristan White stands silently in the forest, his eyes closed and a contented smile on his face. The soft sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his fair skin. After a moment, he opens his eyes, looking up with a serene expression.
“There's something magical about this place,” he says, his voice calm and reflective. “The forest has a way of making everything feel right, doesn’t it? Sometimes, I come here just to remind myself
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