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Synth Hiacynt

Feeling Cold

Leaving the train behind, Inkognito found himself strolling along a secluded hill in the heart of picturesque Scandinavia. The snowy landscape spread before him like an untouched canvas, and the crisp air carried the scent of pine trees.

The only sound was the soft crunch of his footsteps in the snow, and the world felt hushed and still. As he gazed across the snowy expanse, Inkognito couldn't help but marvel at the tranquil beauty of this remote corner of the world and feel truly connected to the serene wonders of the north.

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