“We were your soil,” the thought continued, calm and terrible. “Your cells. Your dead. You built a wall against your own reflection.”
She lowered her rifle.
The deer took one step forward. The boundary hummed louder, and a shimmer of blue light flickered—a warning arc. The creature stopped, tilted its fungal crown, and the eye blinked. bbdc 7.1
The deer lowered its head—respectfully, almost sadly. The blue eye softened. “We were your soil,” the thought continued, calm