by Riafat1234
A lone bridge arcs over turbulent waters, creaking under whispers of lonely winds. Mist clings to the forest shadows, as if ghosts of forgotten tales linger in the air. Crossing feels like stepping into a haunted past, where time stands still, and echoes of secrets murmur in every rustle.
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