Early morning light had just broken, and the forest was still immersed in a tranquil blue-gray hue. The outlines of the trees loomed faintly under the shroud of a light mist, resembling a soft ink wash painting.
Wu stood quietly by the window, her gaze passing through the glass as she stared out at this green World.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing the leaves to sway softly and rustle as if whispering.
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