Ennic
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Jungles pulse with green fire, every leaf a vein in some great, breathing creature. Birdcalls ricochet like laughter in a cathedral, and vines twist with stories older than bones. You don’t walk here—you are swallowed, tested, and, if lucky, returned.
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Ennic
@ennic
Sometimes I think we all just want someone to say this.
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