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... w pulsed in the trees. Not golden. Pale green. Soft and flickering like fireflies. It formed a spiral on the forest floor - growing outward, slow and endless.
"It’s copying us?" he asked.
"No. It’s echoing us," Rose said. "We gave the island our bodies. Our hearts. It’s giving us permanence."
He watched the spiral pulse again, more clearly now - each loop a new circle, forming wide enough to house another platform. Another nest. Another sacred place.
"We’ll never ...
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