4-D: A Different Perspective
a. A quick pulse upon the ground I stand. Leaves are gliding slowly, like bulldozers in twisting dance, crumpling against the ground. Spirits disguised as towering wooden bodies without lips to speak, just arms that take to the breeze and smack into strangers reverberating for miles. I compute which sounds of the forest
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