The Golden Song
We had been walking for three days, or perhaps it was only a few hours, time having lost its rigid architecture in the face of the relentless, humming green that stretched out before us like a sea made of breath and light. I found myself standing at the edge of the clearing where the trees thinned out to reveal the vast, open field, and I could feel the weight of the silence pressing against my...
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