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... a green palette. The air shifted; it was heavy with the scent of damp Earth and pine, not the tundra they had embraced for.
Nova’s boots sank into the soft, vibrant grass; the ground felt like a spring. The trees loomed all around, their canopies thick, filtering the light into patches that seemed to be dancing across the floor.
Vines curled around trunks, moss clung to rocks, and a faint mist hung low, as if they were in a gothic novel. The dungeon itself felt alive; it didn’t f ...
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