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Her silence was not empty; it was full. It was the quiet of ancient wisdom, the stillness that comes after accepting the inevitability of change, the quiet of someone who had listened to the wind for centuries and found no reason to speak over it. She watched, she listened, and she existed, woven into the forest as much as the roots and the soil.
