The bleak meadow's dead grass droops under morose gray skies
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The bleak meadow's dead grass droops under morose gray skies. Withered flowers cover the sad landscape leading to an abandoned cottage. No smoke rises from the cold chimney and the barn stands empty. Barren fields stretch onward, crops long dead. Without warning, a nuclear blast engulfs the horizon, scorching the meadow in an instant. The fiery mushroom cloud balloons outward, ravaging everything below. The shockwave obliterates the landscape, leaving only smoldering ruins in its wake. An ominous silence hangs over the destroyed wasteland. --auto
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The bleak meadow's dead grass droops under morose gray skies. Withered flowers cover the sad landscape leading to an abandoned cottage. No smoke rises from the cold chimney and the barn stands empty. Barren fields stretch onward, crops long dead. Without warning, a nuclear blast engulfs the horizon, scorching the meadow in an instant. The fiery mushroom cloud balloons outward, ravaging everything below. The shockwave obliterates the landscape, leaving only smoldering ruins in its wake. An ominous silence hangs over the destroyed wasteland. --auto
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