RUSTLINGS OF WINTER IN MY DREAMS

Rustlings of Winter in My Dreams

As the bite of autumn settles upon the world, I find myself drifting into dreamscapes where winter reigns. The air hisses with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the threat of snow-laden landscapes and frozen ponds. In these visions, stark trees sway in ghostly winds, their branches heavy with ethereal snowflakes. I wander through still forests, the

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