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The word was a tic, a verbal shrug left over from a decade of old forum deep-dives and ironic detachment. It was his placeholder for the universe, for the friend who wasn't there, for the punchline of a joke he’d forgotten the setup to.

The first twenty minutes were just the forest getting louder . A slug traversing a fern leaf sounded like wet canvas tearing. His own heartbeat became a subwoofer, thumping a rhythm he almost recognized. Then the trees began to breathe. shrooms q hussie

He smiled. The trees were just trees again. But for the rest of the walk back to his car, he could have sworn the shadows of the branches were waving goodbye. The word was a tic, a verbal shrug