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Do you known there's two ways to cut a tree? Either when its dryad is outside of it, or when she is still inside.

Outside: congratulation, you've got a piece of wood that won't provide oxygen any more but may find use for some time as objects, furniture or timber.

Inside: congratulation, you've got a piece of wood with some badly hurt and intensely pissed off dryad inside who will make you pay for it in ways that you have no idea of so far.

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The Maenad and the Dryad:

The howling of the maenad's bull-roarer pierces the midnight forest, quickening the blood of the revelers and awakening the slumbering dryad. Stretching her slender oak limbs until trembling leaves touch the stars, she dances to the tune of whipping winds and holy ecstacy. Beneath her branches, worship and wonder intertwine like the lips of lovers as mortal and daimon embrace.

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They said we live inside oaks and oaks are imposing
and they said we die with our trees and sometimes before
and loss
is loss
and grief is worse
but
I
held
on to my shrub
when they made a broom of it
and look at all the witches who'd have never gotten anywhere
if not for me.

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#microprompt dryad

Roman noticed the chess set in a cabin corner, with hand-carved wooden pieces. He asked the woodsman, "You play chess?"

"I do," the man replied, "though I rarely win."

"But - all alone in these woods, who do you play?"

"My opponent," he said, "is named Willow. She makes one move a night, when I sleep."

"She breaks into your cottage?"

"No - she moves pieces remotely. She is a dryad, you see, and they are carved from branches fallen from her tree...."