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The Mechanical Forest at the End of the World – Rosaleen Lynch

The mechanical forest listens as you walk, the gold-leaf flutters a clicking breeze, and tin paths move underneath with the motion of your feet, a conveyor-belt of overlapping scales, like an automated tail-eating snake; and solar-powered cat’s eyes light up your way as you walk, no choice in your route, tree roots flexing underfoot, lightening sparks the air, radio waves carry audio recordings of whales, and you can see the sea on all sides, parted like the Sea of Reeds and you move towards the desert and your wheel of fate, as the chosen one, your enemy, and your God.