Rugose, dark wood squirmed from the touch, unravelled then entwined Jack's fingers. Rootlike tendrils wrapped his palms and wrists as feelers crept up his arm.
"Tree." Klave was confident. Klave was unafraid.
Jack was scared shitless.
Jack's mouth #gaped as wide as his eyes. A hundred points pierced his skin, tasted his blood to be replaced with its sap.
Soon his bran had a taste and it opened like his eyes and mouth to apprehend God for the first time. 2/2
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