Here’s a 150 word sketch for your consideration:
There was a temple immersed in thick, sandy woods with a rope-like strapped foot-path running through thickets where even older oak trees could be spotted growing large stiff robust limbs like old hands reaching for the sky. The trims of those trees drenched in the sunlight during twilight cast good distance shadows creeping on the earth. The atmosphere was a bit chilly and moist with a hint of the wetness of moss and the odor of soil inside. Gentle coos could be heard from the trees where several typical summer birds were perched, though their voices were lost in the rustle of the foliage. Further away, a small torrent trickled down clear smooth pebbles, glinting with silvery waters. On the way, wild ornamental plants sprouted up in profusion of purple, gold and white colors brightening up what would otherwise be a vegetation of green only. A solitary figure cloaked in deep chopped brown robes strode. It was the only sound on the soft ground left by the feet. There was determination in the movement. At the same time, the calmness of the woodlands clasped them like the enveloping, pert atmosphere of mist that hid all but one posh tufted trend without any visible cause
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