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But nothing did. The golden light slowly disappeared, turning into a dull grey. The sounds of the bush began to change too. The birds grew quieter, their calls fading away. In their place came a low hum of insects. Tom slowed down, his steps becoming unsure. Something didn’t feel right. The bush felt different now. Darker. Stranger.