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... pieces of sunlight passed between the dense leaves and treetops, like beams of light shooting into the silent woodland.
The bright orange sun shines on the red gold eyes, Magnus looks up at the canopy above his head, the breeze blows from the side of his cheek, the warm wind blows the red hair, just like this Swaying, and the whole forest.
The trees are rustling in the wind, and the swaying treetops are shaking the fragments of sunlight at the same time. The irregular and thin beam ...
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