Let yourself be taken to the very heart of the Fantasy Forest, where the trees resemble plump creatures and carefree fireflies are busy with their mysterious night dance. Strange beings move in the dark embraced by the thick fog and the bright campfire seems to be the only welcoming thing in this clearing. The piled firewood suggests that there must be someone else here. Whose stuff is that by the tree? Want to stay and wait for its owner?
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