Trails left encumbered by tentacles spoken in between trees, being able to palpate vibrations in the soft mist which inhabits this place serves as a displacement index, decaying movements are limited by it’s left jointed knee pustules, fresh berries growing in proximity are untouched by the process of absorption yet their contents are emptied clean without a visible trace, the atmosphere is so dense you could take a grab of it has it would glue perfectly tight into your teeth cavities, where most would have failed to survive ostracized by their immensely incompatible biology, this small mutated being not bigger than a tiny salamander delivers an awkwardness to others and a commitment which will certainly endure it’s evolution prowess.
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