The opulent treasure of peacock feathers preen in the afterglow of day.

Treasured dewdrop pearls strung on a spider web, gently sway on the breath of the dawn.

Within the hallowed temple of a fragrant pine forest, a slug’s silvery trail glitters across a fallen tree.

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