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... encampment, carrying the faint scent of salt and sand. Gentle mist drifted over the beach, hugging the sand in thin, pearly layers. Spirit-grass swayed near the shore, shimmering faintly with spiritual dew.
Soft waves rolled in against the bank — not loud, not dramatic.
Just a quiet rhythm, steady enough to calm a stormed heart.
From the forest behind the camp, spirit birds began to stir.
Their wings were translucent, feathers like jade silk with glowing veins, l ...
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