A touch of the fern and the world folds backward—streetlights dim into lanterns, asphalt softens to dirt, and yesterday rises like mist from the ground. The air smells of rain on old bark, and every frond hums with the hush of a place you were never meant to revisit. One brush, and time leaves fingerprints on your skin.
When the Green Remembers
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