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#Trees? Oh yeah. Those were there, too. (🩸👀🤓) But the trees? They were definitely talking. Sort of. Not in words, but in whispers—whispers they couldn't hear clearly.

They couldn't hear them.
But they could feel them.

The way a sound reverberates in your bones but doesn't quite reach your ears. 🦻🥦🫀 Like static. Like something vibrating in the background. They kept walking.
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(🥩🪬🌻) The mansion, perhaps-or at least its cracked shell-showed shimmering walls like it wasn't quite solid and fluttered inside and out.

It was tall and thin one 🫀
moment, then in the next,
it was almost squatting low.

🥦🩸👀 The air around it
buzzed, like a shock of
electricity about to hit.

It didn't look like anything they had ever seen but yet seemed like everything. It called to them.
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#Thepull. It was irresistible. They had to go closer. Each step felt like they were walking on air-as if at any moment they might float away-but the pull was stronger than any notion of fear or confusion. 🥩🦻👀 They could not say it right with their words. It was as if their heart tugged them forward, urging their legs to keep moving even when every part of them screamed that they shouldn't.
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The #closer they got, the more the whole space around them warped. 🪬🫀🥦 The ground bent, like gravity didn't work right. The building's doors swung open—creaking, like they'd been waiting for them.
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Inside was a #mess. But it wasn't a mess. 🌻🥦🫀 It was alive. The walls were soft, squishy in places, like they might burst open if you touched them. The floor was covered in dust-or maybe it wasn't dust. It was something else. 🤓🩸👀 Something like sand, but not. The ceiling stretched upward in impossible ways, with beams of light cutting through it like fingers, but the beams didn't stay still. They shifted, they bent. Nothing was still.
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