An agreement broken. Hillsides torn open, stone bones exposed. Trains roll on—steel to wood, wood to stone, stone to soil, mile after mile.

Some circle familiar fires. Others wander to where tangled stories grow, where a truth too large splits its own shell.

When the story cracks, something new sings through.

Come listen, sit beneath this tree, even if it drips sap.

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