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In the hushed whispers of autumn leaves on ancient logs, the soul finds a calm reflection rarely glimpsed in throbbing valleys, convincing one that what goes unremembered holds infinite peace sacred only to the wanderers. - Elara Wren In the hushed whispers of autumn leaves on ancient logs, the soul finds a calm reflection rarely glimpsed in throbbing valleys, convincing one that what goes unremembered holds infinite peace sacred only to the wanderers. - Elara Wren In the hushed whispers of autumn leaves on ancient logs, the soul finds a calm reflection rarely glimpsed in throbbing valleys, convincing one that what goes unremembered holds infinite peace sacred only to the wanderers. - Elara Wren