Firefly Glen and the sky is clear and bright

The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of warm orange and soft lavender, as the world around Gwyn began to settle into a quiet peace. She wandered through the meadow, her paws light against the soft earth, the faint scent of clove and lavender trailing behind her with each careful step. It was a moment of serenity she cherished—those rare stretches of time where nothing was expected of her, and she could simply exist in the world around her, without any demands or fears.

She paused, glancing up at the sky, where the first few stars were beginning to appear, twinkling gently in the fading light. They felt like old friends, watching over her, offering a calm presence that soothed her anxious heart. Her gaze lingered, and she smiled softly to herself, letting the quiet embrace her, until something in the distance caught her attention.

A flicker of movement, a faint rustle among the trees—it was enough to stir her curiosity, though a tinge of uncertainty lingered in the back of her mind. She was a creature of peace, but the unknown always had a way of tugging at her attention. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her weight and began walking toward the sound, her steps light and hesitant.

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