Led astray into a sinister ecotone, a transition-area hazily synthesising the genetic accretion of deep-rooted lore and wild matter, your path fills with the scent of decay; of ancient rot. Marsh gas permeates. Its dank putrescence is pregnant with 200,000 years of myth congealing across your olfactory cortex. You absorb your surroundings - a viral meadow mutating your sacred biology from within. Like toothwort exploiting your roots, you are congenitally ambient. Mutually corruptive. Becoming-sylvanian-anagram of unfleshed anatomy, your procedural arboraceous rebirth is rendered in the virtual slag of volumetric data. An accidental petrosomatoglyph encoded for auto-extractivism; a cyber-vegetal fable for...