Freedom in silenceFreedom in silence
The sounds of the forest – the rustling of leaves, the distant cry of a bird, the babbling of a brook – became her sounds, her rhythm. Naya raised her hands to the sky, feeling the sun's rays warming her palms, and slowly turned on her axis, as if dancing to the beat of nature's quiet but powerful music. It was a dance of freedom, a dance of unity with every tree, every leaf, and every drop of dew that touched the ground in this forest.
The sounds of the forest – the rustling of leaves, the distant cry of a bird, the babbling of a brook – became her sounds, her rhythm. Naya raised her hands to the sky, feeling the sun's rays warming her palms, and slowly turned on her axis, as if dancing to the beat of nature's quiet but powerful music. It was a dance of freedom, a dance of unity with every tree, every leaf, and every drop of dew that touched the ground in this forest.
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