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... not weep now. Not with tears.
But with leaves.
Blank ones. Pale as bone. Sprouting from its myth-veins in defiance of meaning.
They unfurled like silent screams from the heart of the Codex Tree, each one pulsing not with prophecy—but anti-glyphs. Symbols that devoured context. Letters that refused to be read. Pages that bled nothing but the intention to unwrite.
Celestia stood beneath it, barefoot on narrative soil, and felt every pulse like a wound against her r ...
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