The magic is never gone, it only ever mutates, organic evolution by the minute. Lay in the grass, hear her whisper as she grows in carefully calculated fractals, methodic, she knows. What is chaos to the untrained eye is simple entropy in action. We, entrapped, are the main attraction. In darkness, we glow.

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