In the heart of the dense, evolved Jungoria, we stumbled upon an anomaly that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding wilderness.
Hidden by a curtain of thick vines, which I carefully parted with a mixture of caution and curiosity, lay a grove that seemed untouched by time or the Mist.
Within this secluded haven, a clear pond mirrored the canopy above, its waters so pure they felt almost sacred.
Alicia, who had been trailing closely behind, gasped softly as she stepped into the clearing.
"This... This is incredible. Look at the water!"
Her voice, usually so composed, trembled with excitement.
She knelt by the pond's edge, her fingers skimming the surface, causing ripples that disrupted the perfect reflection.
"It's not just the water," I pointed out, my gaze fixated on the plants lining the pond.
Each leaf, each stem, seemed to pulsate with a gentle luminescence, their roots intertwined with the water's edge.
