The sun was setting, rays of light shine through onto the forest floor, where a family of wild Boar were foraging amongst the roots.
The last of the sun blazed behind them, creating a very magical atmosphere.
Whilst they visited their favourite haunts, the sun grew weak as it tucked itself below the horizon...
The light was fading, it was dusk and soon the chill of the night would set in.
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