The forest is alive. So incredibly alive. The trees breathe, inhaling and exhaling, just as the things with feathers and fur do. Their rib cages expanding and contracting as their lungs and heart live as the forest does. Though her days of living with them have long ended, she is still very much a part of them. With eyes that never blink, she has seen years of new leaves reaching upwards grasping at sun rays and trees, their trunks decayed and hollow, fall back into the earth that they had grown from. A permanent overseer of this ecosystem.
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