I move without waking, slipping into the dream that has stitched itself into the edges of my rest. The forest breathes around me, dark and dense, with paths carved from memory and time. Even in sleep, the air carries meaning—soft moss underfoot, the scent of damp wood, a deeper hum that makes my pul
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