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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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The night descended upon the world like a velvet curtain, shrouding the landscape in a cloak of darkness that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. The air was crisp and biting, a tangible reminder of the winter's chill that had settled over the land, yet despite the cold, there was a sense of tranquility that hung suspended in the stillness of the night.
As the moon rose high in the sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the earth below, small whispers of wind danced through the air, their gentle caress stirring the slumbering world awake. The breeze carried with it the faint scent of pine and earth, mingling with the unmistakable fragrance of frost that lingered in the air like a wistful memory.
In the distance, the soft murmur of a babbling brook could be heard, its gentle melody a soothing lullaby that echoed through the stillness of the night. The sound of rustling leaves added to the symphony of nature, their gentle susurrations a testament to the delicate balance that existed between earth and sky.
Above, the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of the heavens, their distant light casting intricate patterns upon the tapestry of the night. Each flickering star seemed to hold a secret, a story waiting to be told amidst the vastness of the cosmos.
In the quiet solitude of the night, time seemed to stand still, frozen in a moment of hushed reverence. It was a time for reflection, for introspection-for moments stolen away from the hustle and bustle of daily life to simply be, to exist in harmony with the world around you.
And as the small whispers of wind continued to carry through the air, weaving their way through the fabric of the night, there was a sense of peace that settled over the land-a tranquility born of the simple beauty of the world, and the timeless rhythms of nature that bound us all together.
Underneath the canopy of the night sky, the landscape unfurled before you like a silent symphony of earth and sky, each step you took leaving an indelible mark upon the soft canvas of grass and mud beneath your boots. The ground, cool and yielding beneath your weight, cradled your footsteps with a gentle embrace, absorbing the rhythmic cadence of your journey as you traversed through the wilderness.
With each stride, the earth yielded beneath your boots, the supple blades of grass bending beneath the pressure of your weight before springing back to life in your wake. The sensation was one of connection-a tangible reminder of the intimate bond that existed between you and the natural world, forged through countless footsteps and shared moments of communion.
Beneath the soft, yielding layer of grass, the earth was alive with the rich scent of damp soil, mingling with the earthy aroma of fallen leaves and decaying foliage. It was a heady fragrance, redolent with the promise of new beginnings and the timeless cycles of growth and decay that echoed through the landscape.
As you walked, the mud squelched softly beneath your boots, leaving behind a trail of footprints that traced your passage through the wilderness. Each imprint was a testament to the journey you had undertaken, a record of the miles you had traveled and the trials you had faced along the way.
