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I awoke under a startling green canopy of leaves. I thought for a moment that the color itself had woke me, but it was the silence.
Forests in early morning always have a certain stillness—the nocturnal having gone to sleep, the diurnal sleeping still—but the profound torpor of this morning coated the trees, coated the forest floor, coated me with viscid inactivity like thick resinous sap.
The forest and I lay there as if trapped in amber. I stared up at the treetops. Not a leaf trembled.
And then, from the east, a voice arose in echoing song.