A brisk wind blows through the rainbow hued canopy of the Old Enclosure; the colour range is something to behold, every conceivable shade of yellow, orange, brown and green. The woodland floor too is carpeted in a similarly colourfully flushed medley of freshly fallen leafs. Somewhere amongst the canopy a bough or trunk creaks with a sound reminiscent of squeaky gate blown on the wind, beyond that the woodland's quiet.
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