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arriving on the shore one can see a forest edge running from horizon to horizon.
This vast woodland island is the home of some precarious creatures, trees.
No, not just regular still stubborn trees, sentient trees.
Walking the ancient woods, the Treefolk are as old as the first trees themselves.
Up in the canopy, one can see bird-like plants gliding on long leaves from liana to liana.
Down in the forest floor, huge fungi wander in the shade on thick wines of mycelia.
Roots move and at times it seems that even the island itself lives and tangles trough the sky.
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