As the fox wandered through the abandoned ruins, he couldn’t help feeling that he had stumbled upon a lost world, one forgotten by time and memory. The wind rustling through the empty buildings seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone age, and the fox couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy and longing for what once was. And yet, as he looked out over the deserted landscape, the Fox couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps this lost world could be rediscovered and reclaimed.
The Fox’s Encounter with a Lost World
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