your curiosity beckons you into the woods behind your home. it is a sun dappled paradise but fraught with dangers unseen. you are quickly lost in the maze of trees and their doppelgangers. the breeze blows past, it holds a faint smell of cinnamon. that means a fae is near. you see it just out of the corner of your eye, a sparkle. you follow. what lies ahead can only be adventure.

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