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[Come dawn, the strange tubular creatures had drifted and climbed up into the trees again, "docking" in the leaves as bulbs once more.
The forest is patchy, breaking up in places and letting sunshine filter through during the day. Deeper in the forest, there is still no wildlife, save the little bulbs above. It's a fairly easy walk, as the wide spaces between the trees leave plenty of room to maneuver. The grassy forest floor is clean, too, as if it is manicured regularly so that all the debris and leaves are brushed under the shade of bushels.
There's still no sign of anything until...
The gate.]
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