Tangled roots, twisted truths
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There once was an ancient and vast forest. Trees stood tall like sentinels, with their roots deeply tangled in the earth’s memory. Much like the hippocampus, it stored every tale whispered by the wind. The air hummed with the quiet rustling of leaves and birds. A harmony of knowledge passed from season to season. But this peaceful expanse was interrupted by a single seed of information that drifted down from the sky. Small and unnoticed, it nestled into the soil. The warmth from the sun and the breath of the wind made this little seed grow.