A trill. A brazier was lit and the ferns were cast into it. The smoke started to fill in the room ever so slowly. It started with a familiar tinge, but what followed tended toward non-familiar each time, as the minds one communed with were never the same.
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Qi Ran found themselves on a moderately forested mountain slope from which a panorama on the jungle extended as far as eyes could see. Next to them, there sat a young, smiling woman in a headpiece just like the ones the other people in the village were wearing.

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"In ancient times, the whole world was God's. We were in their garden and we were the garden, to be seeded and harvested by God. But we understood little and when offworlders came, we were lost. We succumbed, we retreated, we forgot. Until the Wise Mothers came."