There is a Path. Trees line the Path, trees with black leaves. The Path is a bridge.
Connection: THE TREE THAT IS BLEEDING.
There is a City. The City is forever moving, forever twisting, forever changing. The City is a bridge.
Connection: THE DOORS THAT ARE FEEDING.
There is an Ocean. There are no monsters in the Ocean. Not yet. The Ocean is a bridge.
Connection: THE WEEDS THAT ARE BREEDING.
He was wrong. There is now a monster in the Ocean. The monster is learning.
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It has not breached the wall yet. Let us hope it never does.
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