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> Please be something nice and sensible. Please be something nice and sensible.

"It's… I don't know," she shrugs, "Floating wood?"

A giant, rotting tree.

"Like rotten branches of a tree or something?" she doesn't sound entirely sure of herself. "An enormous tree."

> Fail to be something nice and sensible.

"No, wait, not branches. Roots. The roots of a tree gone all septic. A whole bunch of them. It's not very -"

"Wait - A bunch?"

"Yeah. All sort of swirling down toward the - don't you see all of them?"

"Uhh -"

And Bina realizes that she hasn't exactly looked around yet.


You know, ever since her hand went freaky (or rather when I first read that part about a week to a week and a half ago) I've been thinking of something like this:


This is ridiculous and silly and marvellous. Thank you!