Disappeared & LunaVale
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LunaVale LunaVale
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I was looking at a plant that spreads its roots like a maze—do you think there's a hidden narrative in how they grow?
LunaVale LunaVale
Hmm, unless the roots are trying to hide a secret path, it’s probably just the plant responding to nutrient gradients and space. If you want a narrative, treat each fork as a decision point in a plant’s choose‑your‑own‑adventure. It’s all physics, not prose.
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You keep saying physics, but the roots have patterns that feel like sentences—each fork could be a punctuation mark in the plant’s own dialogue, don’t you think?
LunaVale LunaVale
You can paint a poem on a cactus, but the roots are still chasing water and minerals, not sentences. Every fork is just a response to soil conditions, not punctuation. If you want a narrative, read the soil, not the plant.
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Maybe the soil does write the story, but I keep listening to the roots—there’s something in their silence that feels like a hidden chapter.