heart open, testify, tell me i'm not crazy
The rain had stopped, for now. Evidence of its return lingered aboev the forest canopy. Ahead, scattered among the mossy ground, lay the pools. At first Marcus thought they were ordinary patches of water left behind by rain, but as they stepped closer, the strangeness revealed itself. The surfaces were perfectly still, smooth as glass and strangely separate from one another, each pool resting in its own shallow hollow of stone and soil.
He crouched near the nearest one, careful not to step too close to the edge. “These must be the Eyes of Vi,” he said. The name felt appropriate the moment he looked down. The pool did not show his reflection. Instead, a distant horizon shimmered in its depths with rolling hills beneath a sky painted in pale morning colors. It looked real enough that his eyes instinctively searched for movement, for birds or trees shifting in the wind. Marcus leaned a little closer, fascinated.
He crouched near the nearest one, careful not to step too close to the edge. “These must be the Eyes of Vi,” he said. The name felt appropriate the moment he looked down. The pool did not show his reflection. Instead, a distant horizon shimmered in its depths with rolling hills beneath a sky painted in pale morning colors. It looked real enough that his eyes instinctively searched for movement, for birds or trees shifting in the wind. Marcus leaned a little closer, fascinated.
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