
by Arjunindica
Beneath a tree older than memory, a lone man watches the endless day unfold.The world hums in quiet harmony, yet something-subtle and unseen-begins to stir.The wind carries whispers. The leaves shift their weight.And somewhere beyond the horizon, an unseen presence waits.
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