A lot of people here came to pools like these. The rippling circles that were really more like holes in the floating golden grass, not quite reflecting the drifting sky - or as close as to what a sky could be here. The ponds reflected minds, thoughts, echoes, and with concentration they could be bended to display whatever an observer wished. Most chose to see the people still living on earth, the ones that they had left behind. Patches of colour, flashes of light, faces and hair darting like fish, eyes like coins tossed into a fountain.
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