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You are standing at the edge of a dense forest. The sky above is a deep, rolling grey... and the first drops of rain begin to fall. Soft at first... tapping gently on the leaves above you. A low rumble of thunder rolls across the sky... distant... warm... like the earth itself is breathing. The rain grows heavier now... a steady, rhythmic sound all around you. Each drop finding its place on the ground, on the branches, on the roof of a small wooden cabin just ahead. You step inside. The warmth w