WHISPERS IN THE SOAKED WORLD

Whispers in the Soaked World

The air hung heavy, thick with the aroma of moisture. Dim sunlight struggled to penetrate the enormous canopy overhead, casting shimmering patterns on the fertile undergrowth. A gentle haze swirled around my feet, each step leaving a momentary distortion. There were sounds here, but they were subtle. Leaves whispering in the breeze, the random spl

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