Accidentally inspired, I suddenly wanted to write a fairy tale for myself.
In a corner of this world, there is such a deep forest, vast and boundless. Deep in the deep forest, there is a house made of wood. The house has no windows and only a wooden door that is closed all year round.
No one knows what is inside the wooden door, nor who its owner is, and few people care. The wooden door is always closed silently, waiting for the destined person to knock on it. It's just that this place is too remote, and every visitor you encounter requires a long wait.
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