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Within the quiet embrace of overgrown trails lies a tapestry of history waiting to be unspooled--for here, among fallen leaves and pestled stones, unless your own the feet that stir, the whispers of absence sing her sweetest song. - Elara Muse Within the quiet embrace of overgrown trails lies a tapestry of history waiting to be unspooled--for here, among fallen leaves and pestled stones, unless your own the feet that stir, the whispers of absence sing her sweetest song. - Elara Muse Within the quiet embrace of overgrown trails lies a tapestry of history waiting to be unspooled--for here, among fallen leaves and pestled stones, unless your own the feet that stir, the whispers of absence sing her sweetest song. - Elara Muse