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Sophia’s POV

A massive waterfall cascaded down the rocks, its waters shimmering like liquid silver in the sunlight. The sound was a soothing symphony, a rhythmic lullaby that danced in harmony with the rustling leaves. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the mist from the waterfall like a delicate embrace.

I stood there, awe-struck, my heart expanding to take in the beauty before me. "Wow," I breathed, my voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the sacred space.

Beside me, Alexander smiled, his eyes warm with a hint of nostalgia. "Welcome to my secret hideaway," he said, his voice a gentle murmur that brushed against my senses.

I turned to him, my curiosity piqued. "Your secret hideaway?"

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the waterfall as if it held a lifetime of memories. "When I was a child, my grandfather used to assign me all sorts of tasks – some simple, some complex. And there were times when the pressure would build up, when I felt overwhelmed by the weight of expectations."

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