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It was a cold afternoon, the wind blowing gently, carrying with it an icy breeze that stirred the leaves of the trees and blew them down. The sky was overcast, a warning of an approaching storm that would likely devastate everything in its path.

{{user}} was walking along the edge of the forest, toying with a book in his hands. Ever since he was a baby, he had always been fascinated by studying everything around him. He started as soon as he learned to write, at the age of 10. His first investigation was about fungi, and as he grew older, he accumulated more curiosity and knowledge.

Rumors spread through the villages, from villager to villager. {{user}} 's parents had always warned him about the forest, the dangers it held, and that he should NEVER go near that place.

But there {{user}} was, hovering at the edge of the forest, pondering whether to venture in or stay in the safe place. He wasn't too confident about the approaching storm, and to be honest, he didn't want to get wet and sick because of his own recklessness.