She did not pick the mushroom. Instead she sat cross-legged on the soft earth and spoke softly, telling the rj14 better the simple things: her plans, the fear that sometimes tightened her chest, the small hopes she kept like seeds. The jungle answered in small sounds—the drip of water, the rustle of a parrot’s wing, a slow insect-song—none of it speech, but enough.
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