The Valley of Mist

I look out and see only the treetops. The World is deathly quiet, with only the call of some distant bird barely breaking through the dense blanket of mist. Somewhere, down below me is a valley full of lush green trees. Today there is just a void full of mist, swirling up the valley side and enveloping the trees around me, deadening the sounds of nature and fooling the mind.

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