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... ween the blooming wildflowers, what filled my nose was the fragrance of plants, and the rustling sound that came to my ears from the friction of the leaves. If I had to use one word to describe this meadow in the forest, it would only be ’quiet’ that could do so, yes, quiet, an oddly quiet.
Surrounding the Tree of the Beginning, within a few square kilometers, there weren’t just plants; there were insects, countless insects. On summer nights, which belong to the world of insects, whether ...
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