WHISPERS IN THE DRENCHED WORLD

Whispers in the Drenched World

The air hung heavy, thick with the aroma of moisture. Pale sunlight struggled to penetrate the cavernous canopy overhead, casting shimmering patterns on the fertile undergrowth. A gentle fog swirled around my feet, each step leaving a momentary impression. There were noises here, but they were hidden. Leaves whispering in the breeze, the occasiona

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