Challenge 11 Wood Between Worlds Fill - Drabble Chain #4

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As the pool is born, the woman scrambles from the edge and stands up. The ring drops from her finger, but she does not see where it falls in the cloud of green dust that rises under her feet. The wood’s mellow green light surrounds her, urging her to sleep once more, to rest and forget. But she has slept long enough. She tastes the dust on her lips, the memory of forgotten things that burn in her blood and hum in her ears. Awake at last, she closes her eyes and steps into the water. The wood falls away.