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Midnight in the Scottish Highlands "A heavy mist rolls over a Scottish loch, swirling over dark waters that reflect the crescent moon’s glow. A wooden terrace overlooks the lake, its lantern still warm, as if recently abandoned. Thatched cottages nestle into the hills, their chimneys releasing the last wisps of smoke from dying fires. Somewhere, beyond the mist, the soft creak of a wooden rowboat echoes. Yet the lake remains empty, untouched—except for the ripples spreading across its surface, as if something unseen had just slipped beneath."