#49 Memory Of Rot
And the land obeyed, exhaling strange growth.
Each sprout bore its kind, yet all were tainted by the silence they rose from.
Life had begun, but beneath its surface pulsed the memory of rot.
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And the land obeyed, exhaling strange growth.
Each sprout bore its kind, yet all were tainted by the silence they rose from.
Life had begun, but beneath its surface pulsed the memory of rot.