Simple watercolor stationary, with some mushrooms and a little cabin in the bottom corners, the parchment is a little faded, and the text reads, the forest grew back anyway. the full poem is as follows: The Forest Folk are what grew back after the fire remembered how to be rain. They’re not heroes. They’re not myths. They’re neighbors. Some were animals who stayed. Some were people who listened. Some are only stories learning how to walk again. The forest burned once. Everything important does, eventually. What matters is what decides to grow back. That’s the Forest Folk. We’re still here. We always were.

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A softly glowing glass jar sits on a patch of moss in a dark, misty forest at night. Small golden fireflies glow inside the jar and float faintly in the surrounding air. The scene is calm and painterly, with deep blue-green tones and warm light contrasting gently against the darkness.

The jar was never meant to hold them.
Only to remember the light.

Some things return
because they were never finished leaving.

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