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As dawn's first light pierced the dense forest canopy, Ling, the wise monkey, and his stalwart friends found themselves on the precipice of the mystical Hidden Grove. The air around them was thick with a sense of anticipation, the kind that precedes moments of great importance. Despite the beauty that met their eyes, a profound sadness seemed to grip the once teeming sanctuary of green. The trees, those ancient sentinels of wisdom, now stood gaunt and bare, like mournful spirits against the sky.