The scene was breathtakingly beautiful. There was an orange glow that was fading fast as the sun sank rapidly in the horizon. In the reflection of the lake, the aged oak tree could be seen hanging, its withering branches spread like a web. They seemed to be reaching out to the sun, intent on stealing its beauty, before twilight arrived. Lurking shadows all around turned the magical fantasy into an eerie nightmare.
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