SYDNEY Under the verdant canopy, a mosaic of emerald leaves filtered the dappled sunlight, casting a gentle, golden glow upon the forest floor. The ancient oak, its gnarled branches a testament to centuries of whispered secrets, cradled Calen in its boughs. He sat with an effortless grace, a figure of ethereal elegance against the vibrant tapestry of nature. As I approached, the satin folds of my gown rustled in harmony with the sighing leaves, a gentle echo of the forest's hidden conversations. The gown, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clung to my form, its pale luminescence offsetting the verdant expanse around me. Yet, beneath its satin sheen, an absence lingered, a subtle reminder of vulnerability. With hesitant steps, I approached the tree, the grass yielding beneath my slippers like a carpet of velvet. Calen's voice, velvet and warm, encircled me like a comforting embrace, dispelling my reservations. "You too can come up, the view from here is so good," he beckoned, his eyes al
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