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... d accepted with an open heart (and a bit of trauma) over the last twenty-four hours. Here, tree roots grew twisting randomly like giant earthworms, branches entangled without rules, and rivers flowed wherever they damn well pleased.
Nature, fundamentally, hated straight lines. Nature loved curves, spirals, and chaotic fractals.
That was why, when Dayat and Dola pushed through thorny bushes as high as an adult’s chest, the view in front of them felt so incredibly... wrong.
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