A solitary journey
His companions were the rustling leaves, the gentle gush of the wind, and the harmonious symphony of the nocturnal creatures. He was, in the truest sense, stepping into the wilderness. He had left civilization behind. His only guide now was his instinct, his compass, and the million stars that carpeted the sky. Finding a suitable spot, he set up his tent, the process surprisingly easy given his anticipation.
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