OAKenspire’s spires clawed the dawn, a jagged glow threading the haze—no birds broke the forest’s tense hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Rafe’s boots—earth gleamed damp—wild coiled fierce through the grove’s hum, a spark in the green. Sweat flecked his patched coat—pine stung sharp—twigs snapped faint—beyond, oaks loomed vast—OAKenspire thrummed—danger pulsed.

  Rafe crouched near a ravine’s edge, coat streaked with damp—face cocked sly—knife spun slow—gray eyes swept the mist—wild surged—his quip bit low: “Ravine’s deep—stay sharp, love.” Mara knelt beside—dark cloak snagged on vines—raven hair tangled free—hazel eyes glowed fierce—her voice wove calm: “Now’s wild—jump with me.” Her hand gripped his—wild flared—his grin tightened—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s dawn thickened—winds howled—OAK stirred.

  Ravine pulsed—pine creaked—rocks crumbled—Rafe’s knife flashed—steel met air—his quip sharpened: “It’s now—trust me, Mara.” Mara’s staff swung—hazel eyes blazed—voice sang low: “You’re wild—let’s leap.” Her grip tightened—sweat mingled—wild surged—his chest heaved—breath hitched: “Can’t lose—you’re mine.” Her chant hummed—vine scratched her cheek—wild pulsed—oaks sighed—OAKenspire’s green darkened—chill flared—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment teetered.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—winds roared—earth shook—wild surged—Rafe’s voice quipped: “Now’s real—jump, damn it!” Mara’s voice wove: “Present binds—fly with me.” Her staff jabbed—wild flared—his knife slashed—breath quipped: “Wild’s ours—let’s go!” Mara’s eyes flared—voice sang: “OAK stands—us here.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s haze flared—ravine loomed—wild churned—OAK surged—spark pulsed.

  Wind screamed—rocks fell—wild surged—Mara’s hair whipped—her staff pulsed—pine swayed—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—chill soaked—wild pulsed—danger loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—ravine passed—wild surged—Rafe landed—coat dripped—knife stilled—breath steadied—Mara’s voice lilted: “Now’s ours—us.” Wild flowed—wind softened—hope glinted—chill faded—wild churned—her hand held—his quip softened: “Present’s wild—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s dawn dimmed—patched coat clung—wild surged—spark flared—hope shimmered.