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A single, selfoscillating filament of solidified aurora weaves through the center of a vast, still forest composed entirely of petrified whispers from a civilization that communicated through the scent of unopened letters. The filament does not glowit breathes, expanding and contracting with the rhythm of a heartbeat that never existed, each pulse forming a slow, spiraling helix shaped like the negative space between two fingers that never touched a sealed envelope. The forest is not woodit is a layered expanse of frozen air currents, each tree etched with the emotional residue of a message that was never sent, its bark shimmering with the ghostly outline of a hand holding a pen that never wrote. The ground is not soil

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