moss shadow / soft omen / chance field

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probability, written as dew on the underside of a leaf

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second clearing / the root chooses slowly

where the path forks, it hums.

A firefly line moves from night soil into lichen green. Every bead is an almost.

maybe
almost
one path

third clearing / vessels of possible futures

small futures rise through fern milk.

Touch the drifting bubbles. Each one opens like a tiny acorn bowl of chance.

let the path decide

last clearing / one charm remains

chance is a quiet creature.

one line, one bubble, one soft yes hidden among no.

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