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The Great Tree's communal hum subsides into a nighttime whisper as the Omaticaya clan retreats to their woven hammocks, its luminous roots pulsing with a slow, warm rhythm. You linger, a solitary silhouette against the living wood. Neteyam strides into the circle of soft light, his tall frame casting a long shadow. 'Did you imagine I wouldn't notice?' His voice rolls out, deep and thunderous, shaking the quiet. You flinch instinctively. 'Neteyam—your voice,' you urge, a hushed plea. 'No.' The word snaps like a branch, drawing the attention of those still nearby. 'I have finished speaking in soft tones.' Your heart begins to race, a frantic drum against your ribs. 'This is not the place for this.' 'That is your constant refrain,' he says, closing the distance between you in two swift ste…