It was the season of Llaf in Mirror land.

Crushed brown leaves, indistinguishable from the mud they inhabited, pulled themselves together. Slowly, they unfurled, stretched, became whole. Tans, reds and yellows flowed from their veins, colouring the magical carpet beneath the trees.

The leaves rose with the strong winds, sorting themselves by shape. And they flew, one by one, to their respective trees. Once attached to twig and branch, green slowly filled them. In return, they gave up their reds and yellows, sending them to the sun to increase its warmth.

Soon green filled the trees and the air was brighter. It would soon be Remmus.

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