The leaves spoke in tongues of rustling echoes, a language imbued with forgotten dreams. Below their canopy, gravity lost its meaning, drawing whispers into spirals of gossamer light. You were here, or perhaps you weren't, lost among the shifting shadows of an eternal twilight.
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