Look up. The canopy is alive. Impossibly tall. Impossibly ancient. The trees here have been growing since before the concept of time had a name, their trunks rising so high they disappear into a ceiling of living electric light — vast bioluminescent canopies glowing teal and cold blue far above, pul
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