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The Midnight Ritual
When the moon reaches its zenith, the village falls into a deathly, unnatural silence. The air turns thick and metallic, tasting of ozone and rot. Villagers approach the tree in a trance, carrying offerings of fermented honey, raw meat, and the silk burial shrouds of their ancestors. They do not speak. They leave their gifts at the base of the trunk—where the bark looks disturbingly like stretched, human skin—and back away, eyes averted.
They are not praying for prosperity. They are paying for silence. ゚

When the moon reaches its peak, the village succumbs to an eerie silence, and the air is thick with the smell of ozone and rot. In a trance, villagers approach the tree with offerings of fermented honey, raw meat, and silk shrouds from their ancestors' burials. They lay their gifts silently at the base of the trunk, where the bark has the appearance of human skin, and step back with their eyes averted. The purpose of their ritual is not to seek prosperity but to buy silence. ゚

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