"There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am ...
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