A cold, crisp dew began to settle on the cool, firm soil as the sun peeked wearily over the forest layers; it bid the coming day a humble glow as it slowly rose over the emerald expanses. Life began to grow from the chilled reserves of slumber and into the glowing warmth now encompassing the forest. The scent of pine needles sifted through the thick wooded hills; a creature blazed through the trail like a bolt, stirring the fallen leaves through the dust. It pushed effortlessly through the thin, mountain air, galloping swiftly toward a nearby embankment. Just as it reached a clearing, it slowed to a halt, tipping small rocks and debris over the rough, rocky edge; the noble stag stood tall atop the crag as it gazed wondrously across the mist-filled valleys. His face almost formed a smile as he paced gracefully along the edge, continuing his oversight of the most magnificent view. The stag nodded in humble satisfaction as he overlooked his proud kingdom.
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