🌿 170. The Forest That Never Wakes
Luna drifts into a dense thicket where the leaves do not rustle and no birds sing.
The trees stand frozen, as if caught mid-breath in an endless dream.
She flutters from branch to branch, calling gently—but no one answers.
It is a forest asleep in time, untouched by seasons, waiting for something—or someone—to stir it.
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