ECHOES IN THE WET WORLD

Echoes in the Wet World

The air hung heavy, thick with the perfume of wet earth. Dim sunlight struggled to penetrate the cavernous canopy overhead, casting fractured patterns on the lush undergrowth. A gentle haze swirled around my feet, each step leaving a momentary blur. There were voices here, but they were subtle. Crickets chirping in the breeze, the distant splash o

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