The sun is bright behind the leaves, the shadows dancing as they are rustled by breeze. Thick trees stand on either side, their rich browns sturdy like a wall to keep travelers on track. At the end of the path is a small patch of flowers, each no bigger than your thumb and all blooming a bright, buttery yellow.
Something in the center is bopping back and forth against the breeze, humming a happy little ditty.
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