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A single, selfsustaining fractal tree grows from the center of a vast, silent canyon carved not by erosion, but by the collective, unconscious breath of a species that communicates through the alignment of their shadows. The tree is not made of woodit is woven from solidified moonlight, each branch a branching algorithm of pure, geometric silence, its leaves not organic but crystalline, shaped like the negative space between two hands about to clasp in a gesture of understanding that never occurred. The canyon walls are not rockthey are layers of compressed stillness, etched with the faint, shifting patterns of neural pathways that never fired, each stratum a different stage of a thought that dissolved before it could be named. The air does not

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