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Twisting, coiling, knotted, the vines below hold together just so to form a series of paths outward among the dense jungle. Sunlight in droplets break through the thick canopy above. The wind cannot be felt anywhere.
A woman forms of ivy from the vines below. In an instant, she awakens to begin her walk across the forest spirits. She walks with purpose. Not a single step missed. Not a single stride broken.
















