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Roots of the Mind In a forest where thoughts took root, a silent figure stood still — cracked but not broken. From her chest, vines bloomed, fed by memories and dreams long buried. Behind her, echoes of past selves whispered in color and chaos. She did not speak, but in her stillness, she grew — not upward, but inward. She was no longer just one — she was every version of who she had ever been.
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