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... glittering eyes under the cradle of roots in which she had hatched, there had been no sound in the world.
She remembered no mother, no warmth of siblings, no story of her birth told into her spinnerets. Instinct alone, instinct, primal, aching, relentless, led her first steps, to the radiant fruits above, set like holy suns in the twining lattice of her cathedral of trees.
Guard the fruit. Eat the mana. Evolve.
That was her scripture. Her soul was that.
Thus the ...
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