Deep within the Forbidden Forest, magical creatures roamed. It was said that those who entered would never return, but I couldn't resist the allure. As I ventured further, a majestic unicorn appeared, its silver mane shimmering in the moonlight. It granted me a single wish, and I chose to protect the forest from harm, becoming its eternal guardian.
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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