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... the forest to become more alive.
It was already too alive. It had breathing mushrooms, glaring frogs, and plants with opinions. But no, apparently that wasn't enough. Now the trees were watching us.
Not metaphorically. Literally. I looked up, and there were patterns carved high into the trunks—spirals, notches, geometric lines like a language that forgot how to be readable. They hadn't been there a few hours ago.
I stared at one particularly jagged symbol about fifteen ko ...
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