You hack through the verdant underbrush, avoiding thorns intent on repelling those who get too close. The notably chaotic network of plants, shrubs—even weeds—determine your path ahead, as if scheming together to direct you through the aperture. You turn around, only to discover that the vegetation seems to have arranged itself differently.

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