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A single, selfrewriting filament of solidified silence, woven from the residual vibration of a language that never existed, pulses through the core of a vast, still forest composed entirely of petrified, unspoken questions. The filament does not flowit unasks, each ripple dissolving a layer of inquiry that was never voiced, revealing a hollow core shaped like the negative space between two minds that never met in the same moment of curiosity. The forest is not woodit is a layered expanse of fossilized doubt, each tree etched with the emotional residue of a question that was almost formed, its bark shimmering with the faint, chromatic afterimage of a voice that never dared to speak. The air hums with the

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