Mirror of the Woods
Deep within the damp heart of the forest, a quiet vernal pool rests undisturbed, cradled by a thick blanket of crisp, copper beech and oak leaves. Crouching low near the mossy base of an ancient tree, the cool, earthy scent of damp soil and decaying wood hangs heavy in the crisp morning air. The bare spring canopy allows soft, diffused sunlight to filter down, transforming the dark, still water into a flawless looking glass that duplicates the vertical architecture of the surrounding woods. It feels like a secret sanctuary, where the only movement is the gentle, imperceptible sinking of sodden leaves into the dark shallows below.
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