WHISPERS IN THE DRENCHED WORLD

Whispers in the Drenched World

The air hung heavy, thick with the aroma of wet earth. Pale sunlight struggled to penetrate the enormous canopy overhead, casting shimmering patterns on the fertile undergrowth. A gentle fog swirled around my feet, each step leaving a momentary blur. There were sounds here, but they were subtle. Rustling in the breeze, the distant splash of a crea

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