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Years later the clearing where Mara had left the lantern shifted again. New growth thickened the ring; younger trunks leaned into the seam like hands cupping a sleeping thing. The disk remained where it had always been, receiving and releasing at a frequency too human to measure in terabytes. Sometimes a student came with a notepad and a careful reverence, reading the pocked pedestal and leaving the same three notches. Other times a drunk passerby slurred and laughed, carving a crude heart into the wood—an act of vandalism that the forest healed with an extra layer of cambium.