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A single, selferoding column of translucent, bioluminescent mycelium rises from the center of a vast, still tundra composed entirely of frozen, unspoken lullabies from a civilization that communicated through the vibration of uncradled infants. The column does not growit dissolves upward, each layer peeling away like a forgotten memory, revealing a hollow core shaped like the negative space between two arms that never cradled a sleeping child, its surface pulsing with the faint, infrasonic afterimage of a heartbeat that never slowed. The tundra is not iceit is a layered expanse of petrified breaths from a thousand unsung lullabies, each ridge etched with the emotional residue of

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