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THE HUNGER BETWEEN WORLDS

POV: ARAYA

The forest knows me now.

It doesn’t just look.

It bends.

Moves.

Opens.

Branches creak softly—not to warn, but to welcome. The moss beneath my bare feet throbs faintly, beating in time with my heart.

The trees part at my approach, their twisted limbs drawing aside like courtiers ...