Trees thrust their roots deep into the mountain soil, stretching their emerald hands toward the sky.
Thick, sturdy trunks stood facing one another across the space, their lush branches and leaves intertwining high in the air. Enclosed by this grove of trees stood a wooden cabin.
Built entirely from stout logs, the cabin exuded a sturdy and solid aura. It was not newly constructed; it had stood for years, so its surface was covered in patches of moss, and delicate new shoots even sprouted from some of the logs.
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