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Ancient trees, their trunks twisted with age, formed a natural wall around the clearing, providing privacy for those who sought solace within its boundaries.
Soft, golden rays of sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting gentle patterns of light and shadow across the stone path leading to Rhea's meditation spot.
At the center, Rhea sat cross-legged on a smooth stone, her eyes closed in deep concentration, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
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