Seventy

Alder's POV

As our travel unfurls, we step into a domain not at all like any we've experienced some time recently. The scene extends out some time recently as a tremendous leaf, its rolling rises extending to the skyline. The sun beats down with a tenacious escalation, casting a brilliant tint over the sands. The charm of the Charmed Timberland whispers within the wind, directing us through this bone-dry field.

"These sands hold a one of a kind magnificence," I muse, my voice carrying a sense of wonder. Birch's look takes within the unfathomability of the forsake. "And the charm of the Charmed Woodland reminds us that indeed within the harshest situations, there's a fragile adjustment."

Cassie's voice is mindful. "Let's make beyond any doubt about this adjustment."

As we make our way through the leaves, the shining sands deliver way to a covered up desert spring. Palm trees offer shade, and a crystal-clear pool calls, reflecting the dynamic blue of the sky. A gathering of roaming indi