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Diana sat within her carriage, her eyes fixed upon the sunrise. The rays of light reached over the rolling hills and across the verdant fields, casting a warm glow upon all below. She watched in awe as the sun rose higher, its brilliant light painting the world in hues of gold and orange.
The driver, surprisingly quiet this morning, guided the horses expertly along the road, his eyes on the path ahead. The steady clop-clop of hooves and the creak of wheels were the only sounds that filled the air, save for the occasional chirp of a bird.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Fiona whispered beside her, peering out the window as well. The fields looked beautiful in the morning, and it was truly a sight to behold, one which made the world seem so perfect and silent, a charming painting by the mos
