The Lookout

As twilight settled upon the forest, the fae gathered upon the great shelf of the Watcher’s Tree. Their wings shimmered gold as they whispered to the leaves, sending soft ripples of light through the mist. Lanterns swayed beneath them, glowing with the breath of the forest itself. From their high perch, they watched the mortal paths below, guardians of the old woods, unseen but always near.

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