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A single, rotating cluster of iridescent, semitransparent jellyfish made of solidified silence and compressed starlight drifts through a cavernous, inverted forest of crystalline roots that grow upward into the ceiling like frozen lightning strikes. The jellyfish do not pulse with lightthey emit a low, subsonic hum that resonates with the emotional weight of every unspoken truth buried beneath the earth. Their tentacles are not organicthey are braided strands of solidified breath, each one etched with the faint, ghostly script of a promise made to the dark. The forest floor is not soilit is a thick, glassy layer of solidified time, cracked in fractal patterns that reflect not the sky, but the shape of

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