Mushrooms don't grow simply because of the rain.
Every autumn, when the rains have softened the earth, the Harvest Dancer returns.
With each pirouette, hidden threads beneath the soil awaken. Tiny caps push through the forest floor in widening circles.
Graceful steps coax clusters of mushrooms up through the moss, as if called to the dance in its wake.
By dawn, the Harvest Dancer has vanished without leaving a footprint, while the forest floor bears the only proof of the celebration.
Every autumn, when the rains have softened the earth, the Harvest Dancer returns.
With each pirouette, hidden threads beneath the soil awaken. Tiny caps push through the forest floor in widening circles.
Graceful steps coax clusters of mushrooms up through the moss, as if called to the dance in its wake.
By dawn, the Harvest Dancer has vanished without leaving a footprint, while the forest floor bears the only proof of the celebration.
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