Liora wandered through a sun-dappled meadow, where the ground shimmered with life she could feel more than see.
Tiny strawberry runners stretched like delicate threads, connecting clusters of leaves and flowers. Some reached for light, some tucked into the soil to store water, yet all moved as one, a quiet negotiation of growth and survival. Liora felt the readiness field hum beneath her fingers, a lattice of potential interpreted differently by each leaf and runner.
She stepped onto a waving sea of grasses, rhizomes weaving invisible paths beneath the earth. Each blade bent toward light, each root pushed into the soil, responding to local cues yet coordinated across the whole colony. The meadow was alive not as a single organism, nor as many, but as a flowing network of perspectival enactments.
Finally, she entered the shade of ancient ferns, their fronds arching gracefully. Rhizomes twisted beneath the forest floor, sending new shoots toward light gaps, their inclinations guided by moisture, soil, and neighborly competition. Liora saw that each frond, each rhizome tip, was a perspective reading the colony’s potential, enacting it locally while keeping the whole coherent.
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