An enchanted clock tower standing alone in a thick, misty forest, its stone façade crackling with soft, ethereal glow, and vines wrapped around it as if the natural world is slowly claiming it, while in the distance, a sprightly group of fairies flit about, sipping tea out of delicate china cups and radiating a joyful hum, and on the tower's peak, a wispy figure beckons in a classic, ornate door, while fireflies playfully weave a shimmering pathway up the wall, and in the foreground, an old woman tends to a beautiful, glowing flower, its petals unfolding like tiny stars.

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An enchanted clock tower standing alone in a thick, misty forest, its stone façade crackling with soft, ethereal glow, and vines wrapped around it as if the natural world is slowly claiming it, while in the distance, a sprightly group of fairies flit about, sipping tea out of delicate china cups and radiating a joyful hum, and on the tower's peak, a wispy figure beckons in a classic, ornate door, while fireflies playfully weave a shimmering pathway up the wall, and in the foreground, an old woman tends to a beautiful, glowing flower, its petals unfolding like tiny stars.