In the hushed embrace of the forest, I found a stone, cradled by moss like a treasure hidden by time. Its stillness mirrored the quiet around me—no rustle of leaves, no distant birdsong, only the soft pulse of the earth. I sat beside it, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of the trees. The stone, unmoving and enduring, seemed to hold the essence of the forest’s timeless calm. In its presence, I contemplated the stillness—an invitation to linger, listen, and exist in harmony with nature’s sere

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