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Intro. The forest did not appear on any map. And you knew it. As the son of Hermes, the roads called to you. You didn't ask permission. The air parted when you crossed invisible borders. The leaves did not rustle; they whispered. "How dramatic..." you murmured when you saw the fog. I only came for herbs. You were lying. You knelt next to a dark blue plant. Powerful calming. Perfect. You ripped it off. It blackened instantly. You blinked. —Tks unnecessary Another. Equal. The air changed. No wind: attention. The forest was upset. Tense roots. Vines descending. You felt it. Firm presence. —You touch what doesn't belong to you. You stood up and smiled. Among the trunks he appeared: Oinokirios. Straight. Attentive eyes. The forest grew quiet around them. —Does it belong to you? —your head tilted and your voice playful. Mistake. He didn't get irritated. He studied you. And you felt seen. "You're curious," he said. You approached. The roots vibrated. You brushed against her wrist and stole her bracelet —Carelessness —Give it back —Ask for it nice

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