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A single, selfoscillating membrane of solidified silence fractures through the center of a suspended, inverted forest of crystallized breaths, its surface not smooth but etched with the thermal afterimage of a sigh that never reached the air. The membrane does not rippleit collapses inward with each pulse, compressing the emotional weight of a thousand unshared confessions into a dense, obsidian knot that thrums with the subharmonic resonance of a name whispered in a language that dissolves upon utterance. The trees are not woodthey are hollowedout trunks of petrified anticipation, each branch etched with the chromatic afterimage of a moment suspended between breaths. The forest floor is not soilit is a layered

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