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Whispers in the Canopy "A quiet grove of ancient trees stands beneath a soft, overcast sky. Their gnarled branches stretch outward like open arms, heavy with long, silvery strands of Spanish moss that sway gently in the breeze. The moss hangs in delicate curtains, trailing from limb to limb like nature’s lace—soft, ghostly, and ethereal. The trees themselves are thick and weathered, their bark textured with age and memory. Light filters through the canopy in muted patches, casting a dreamlike glow on the forest floor below. The air feels still, almost reverent, as if the moss has muffled sound itself. It’s a place that seems suspended in time—haunted not by fear, but by beauty." - Copilot
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Whispers in the Canopy "A quiet grove of ancient trees stands beneath a soft, overcast sky. Their gnarled branches stretch outward like open arms, heavy with long, silvery strands of Spanish moss that sway gently in the breeze. The moss hangs in delicate curtains, trailing from limb to limb like nature’s lace—soft, ghostly, and ethereal. The trees themselves are thick and weathered, their bark textured with age and memory. Light filters through the canopy in muted patches, casting a dreamlike glow on the forest floor below. The air feels still, almost reverent, as if the moss has muffled sound itself. It’s a place that seems suspended in time—haunted not by fear, but by beauty." - Copilot
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