Lysgläntan

There is a clearing in the bioluminescent grove where the arthropods do not go. Not avoidance — they simply orient around it, moving through the undergrowth on every side without entering. The Earth survivors noticed the same thing independently. Someone started leaving offerings at the clearing's edge: a bit of food, a small machine part, a shed carapace plate. Nobody agreed to do this. It happened anyway.

The clearing has no natural features that explain it. The soil is the same composition as the ground outside. The bioluminescent fungi grow up to its boundary and stop. At the centre there is nothing — just a circular area of pressed-down moss where the light from the canopy hits without obstruction. In the early hours before the amber sky brightens, the clearing glows slightly on its own. The glow has no apparent source.

People who have stayed near the clearing for a night say they slept well. People who sleep in it say they dreamed in chemical traces — not images, but sensations of direction and proximity. Nobody sleeps there twice.

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