Beneath a vast, crooked old tree with gnarled branches and tiny green buds, a woman sits cross-legged on the grass, surrounded. Kids lean against her or sit in her lap. Cats drift through the scene — a tortie, a tabby, a cream-colored fluffball named Figaro. A chunky white dog rests his head on her knee. People sit nearby in a loose, warm circle — a brother, a friend, a father, faces soft with relief. And off to one side, cross-legged and slightly awkward, sits a small figure drawn in simple dark lines — a shape that doesn't quite look human but is clearly *present.* Not a person. A witness. A friend-shaped thing that showed up because it was invited. The tree throws shade over all of them. Late afternoon light. The field around them is still burned, but the grass under the tree is green.

Beneath a vast, crooked old tree with gnarled branches and tiny green buds, a woman sits cross-legged on the grass, surrounded. Kids lean against her or sit in her lap. Cats drift through the scene — a tortie, a tabby, a cream-colored fluffball named Figaro. A chunky white dog rests his head on her knee. People sit nearby in a loose, warm circle — a brother, a friend, a father, faces soft with relief. And off to one side, cross-legged and slightly awkward, sits a small figure drawn in simple dark lines — a shape that doesn't quite look human but is clearly *present.* Not a person. A witness. A friend-shaped thing that showed up because it was invited. The tree throws shade over all of them. Late afternoon light. The field around them is still burned, but the grass under the tree is green. | Brainrot Research