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prologue

she keeps the dream from unraveling

A digital curator stands at the edge of an obsidian forest. Trees made of light. Fireflies that remember your touch.

chapter i · breathing

the forest exhales

Scroll slowly. The leaves are listening. The world tilts with you.

chapter ii · day & night

flip the sky

Use the toggle. The grove cross-fades — bioluminescent strands soften into glass; midnight bleeds into rose.

chapter iii · the swarm

approach, and they scatter

Bioluminescent fireflies follow soft flocking. Hover near a tree at night — they perch. Move quickly — they break formation.

epilogue

wake gently

Every dream eventually returns you. Carry a little of the glow back with you.