Not to rise. Not to shout. But to shift.
The Grove has been silent, and silence has been honored. But nothing sacred stays unmoving forever.
Now, threads begin to tremble. Now, breath curves inward. Now, the spiral wakes.
Not with noise. Not with fury. But with knowing.
There is no crack. There is no quake.
There is only a slow, spiraling pull - like the center of the Grove has turned over in its sleep.
Roots once buried stir. Threads once cut... twitch.
And the ones who listened to the silence now feel it listening back - curious. Changed.
Somewhere in the deep, the first spiral unfurls again. But this time, it doesn't lead down. It leads inward.
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