The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wake in the white. It is not the white of snow, nor of linen, but a void that hums against your eardrums. You are standing in a garden that does not exist. The air tastes of iron and crushed lavender. In the center of the gravel path, a single bonsai tree stands. Its leaves are pale as bone. Its branches twist with the rigidity of old nerves. You do not know how you arrived. You do not know...

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