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The forest has always remained untouched, at least for as long as I've known it. No color has left the leaves in the bushes and flowers, and though the birds must be tired of singing their song through the branches every day as the sun rises, their voice never escapes the ears that long to hear it. Their melody replays like a broken record, but unlike the record you can scratch and break, the birds never flaw.

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I sit there, the same as ever. The birds chirping around me. The deer greedly pulling at my bare roots. I am getting old, I have been I for thousands of years and will be here for thousands still.

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Nothing has changed,the sky remains blue and the ocean deep this forest remains with its dark canopies and trees merging into one another with their roots deeply tangled, keeping the caos contained and organized

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According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.

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Beams of sunlight shot through the treetop, vines left swaying in the soft breeze. Ivy covered the floor, for not a single creature had stepped in this forrest for thousands of years. everything was left unchanged

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The forest reeks of grease and vomit, the cooking of bacon, it has gone on too long. It smells like a texas cookout, someone must eat the forest

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The sunlight holds a position on the trees and rocks, something out of a painting you'd see on your grandmothers wall. The moss grows with silence in the water. It holds this frame like a photograph; never wilting or changing.

-Joe Biden

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This forest has remained static for millennia, unchanged by the flow of time. It is as if it exists in a timeline outside of our own, laughing as mortal beings grow old and die, and the forest remains the same.

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I run as fast as i can but the person chasing me is slowly gaining. I can hear the crack of branches behind me, I can feel my body begin to fatigue and the adrenaline wear off. I finally give up and fall to my knees and begin to beg for my life until i feel the mans big hand lift my chin to look at him. "You poor poor beta..." He stares at me with his gorgeous hair and jawline sharp enough to cut a diamond. "One day you could be a true Giga Chad like me, until then however, you must wake up." I wake up in my gaming chair to see my discord still open. "One day..." I say as i begin mewing.

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It remained like a photograph of a foggy summer day. It was coated in a gray color both from the shade of the clouds and the low, rolling mist. It was a good place to be alone because nobody would find you there.

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"Nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years," he said looking deep into the forest, "Almost as if it was never meant to be touched."

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"This forest has been around for millions of years, standing strong and tall. Being here to guide and shelter the life," she slammed the end of the staff down. "It hasn't changed and NEVER will"

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the forest laid untouched for thousands of years. this is how the world was meant to be.

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"Nothing has changed in this forest for thousands of years," the words were hushed, whispered, but they reverberated in my soul either way. "Not our traditions, not our society, not me or you."

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Nothing had changed in the forest for a thousand years. Not one tree had crumbled and fell. No ferns had been crushed by wandering feet, but at the same time no new flowers bloomed, and no new eggs hatched. The forest was caught in limbo like a fossil trapped in the sand.

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Absolutely nothing had changed in this forest for thousands of years. Sure, there were new trees, there were new squirrels and deer, but would you be able to tell the difference? It was still the same smell, the same sights, and the same old trees.

Josiah btw

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The grass was overgrown, untamed, wild weeds proving dangerous to bare feet. Branches grew between the trees, connecting them as if they were in an embrace, thriving off of the peace of the atmosphere. The creatures who lived here, the bugs in the ground and the birds in the trees, this was their home and it always would be.

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A scientist could dive deeper and say that you could see from the lines on the sides of the thousands of trees that the forest had not been chopped or trimmed or adjusted in over a thousand years. I just say it was old.

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The trees bark was supposed to be crumbling to dust by now, but it stood regardless. All the saplings have been short and small, with leaves that could be easily eaten by one of the creatures of the forest. Said creatures were stagnant too, not eating, not sleeping, not participating in the circle of life. They were outsiders, unaffected by the world and the world was unaffected by them.

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"It's a beautiful day outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming."

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"The fowest of UwU hasn't changed in forwever" I say looking at the ground. The grass looked nice today, but not good enough. "If only thewe was a stwong alpha who could make this place better!" I pout, my eyes getting bigger