By Ben Kepes on Diversity Ltd…
In an ancient, whispering forest, where every root held memory and every branch bore witness, lived an owl named Orla. She was old, older than any feathered creature could remember, and wise in the way only those who have listened for centuries become. Her amber eyes had watched tribes rise and fall, alliances form and shatter, and truths passed like torches from beak to paw to claw.
Her treasure was not gold or stone but a mirror, a natural pool nestled at the base of a willow tree. The pool, filled by rain and shaded by mossy bark, was no ordinary reflection. It showed more than faces. It revealed truths, the kind that don’t fit into neat tales or easy morals. The kind that make you uncomfortable. The kind that endure.
Creatures from every corner of the forest came to peer into it. Some left silent, others questioning. Some returned again and again, hoping the mirror would one day confirm their certainty. It rarely did.
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