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River: " But even rot feeds new life, perhaps not as elegant."
Van: " I suppose both lead to something new in the end."
Van: " I thought unicorns were immortal. "
River: " When unicorns pass from this world, we don’t simply vanish. Our essence returns to nature, life flows on through us. Isn't it the same for humans? "
Van: "Humans become rot. "
Excerpt: "You should have stayed in the cradle of your glade, where time moves slow and death is a thing that only lingers on the edges of your dreams. But now...you’ve tasted the air beyond. You’ve dared to trespass in the lands where decay is not a whisper but a roaring tide."
I’ll make a more definite tutorial on circular compositions yet. They are cool but tricky about leading the eye around.