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A single, selfsustaining raindrop made of solidified silence hangs suspended in the center of a vast, still forest composed entirely of inverted, petrified laughter, each tree not wood but a crystalline column of compressed, unspoken apologies from a civilization that communicated through the weight of unsaid words. The raindrop does not fallit pulses, expanding and contracting with the rhythm of a breath that never existed, its surface etched with the negative space between two hands that never held, each ripple revealing the ghostly outline of a tear that was almost shed, glowing with the faint, subsonic resonance of a confession whispered into the wind. The forest floor is not soilit is a layered expanse of frozen breaths from a

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