The Distant Garden

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The dream is always the same, a sterile white void where the air tastes of ozone and crushed copper, and in the center stands the pear tree, its bark peeling away to reveal not wood but a lattice of glowing, geometric veins that pulse with a rhythm you can feel in your teeth, and from this impossible structure descends a voice that is not a voice but a vibration, reciting the molecular formula...

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