Group Story 3 – The Hidden Pond

He stepped aside to reveal a hidden hole in the pond, inside which nestled the bottom of a waterfall, falling into a pond, surrounded by ferns.

It was early in the morning and the starlight was fading. My name is Forest, Please step through the wall

Gently, gently – my baby fronts can’t survive your body weight, but I’m pleased for a visitor!

The human moved into the forest and delicately stepped on the fronds until she was on the ground. She couldn’t see far as Forest was thick, lush and varying shades of green.

She breathed in the fresh, crisp air and was promptly swallowed by a Gloptothenica. Transformation happened and the Egyptians arrived on the shore. Forest granted them a landing there.

He had been expecting them from the interpretation of the hieroglyphs in the caves at Patoryon (?).

‘Fronds? Pathogens? Hieroglyphs? Get that …?

The order was followed. Branching corridors of fractal symmetry appeared at the command. The rest followed after…