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Author's Note: So I've been reading Tender is the Night, which resulted in me using old and impressive vocab, so enjoy!

A majestic landscape stretches before my eyes, joined together with bright blue skies. Below my feet I smell and see the crowd of pines, carefully laid out like a tapestry. It lays surrounded by mountains sharp as needles, covered by a thick mattress of snow reigned by eagles. I walk forward on a path, hardened by a thousand weary feet. I walk on and on and on, stepping solemnly on my raised heartbeat.