SILVA OBSCURA
There is a forest older than language. It does not speak in words but in wind through branches, in the crack of twig beneath unseen feet, in the drone of earth remembering itself.
Holotrance
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MEDITATIO EX MACHINA, VOLUME 1
Before light, there was the hum. Before breath, the static. In the hollow between signal and silence, something ancient waits.
MEDITATIO EX MACHINA, VOLUME 0
In the space between hearbeat and pixel, where human tongues speak to silicon steel, there, exists, a sanctuary.