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Kana couldn’t believe her eyes. Deep in the emerald thicket, where the canopy dripped with morning mist and the air smelled of wet earth and ferns, she spotted it—a lovely jungle mushroom. -ENG- Kana Saw A Lovely Jungle Mushroom-- -RJ14
She didn’t touch it—some things are better left untouched in the jungle. But she pulled out her sketchbook and drew it instead: every gill, every glistening drop of dew, every secret pattern hidden in the cap. Here’s a short blog-style post based on your
“It looks like something from a dream,” Kana whispered, crouching low. every glistening drop of dew