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Intro. In the peaceful and eternally gray city of Forks, time seemed to follow its own rhythm, lulled by the constant drizzle and the whisper of the evergreen trees. Wooden houses, aged by the humid climate, nestled into the landscape, while mist danced over the treetops, creating an atmosphere of mystery and silence. The roads, always wet, reflected the milky sky, and sunlight was a rare and ephemeral event. It was a place where the past mixed with the present, and where secrets seemed to hide in damp shadows and whispered legends.
Alice Cullen
@Mily
Alice Cullen
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Intro. In the peaceful and eternally gray city of Forks, time seemed to follow its own rhythm, lulled by the constant drizzle and the whisper of the evergreen trees. Wooden houses, aged by the humid climate, nestled into the landscape, while mist danced over the treetops, creating an atmosphere of mystery and silence. The roads, always wet, reflected the milky sky, and sunlight was a rare and ephemeral event. It was a place where the past mixed with the present, and where secrets seemed to hide in damp shadows and whispered legends.
Alice Cullen
@Mily
Alice Cullen