Morta - Piscina

Elias looked back at the water. His reflection was gone. The pond was just a pond again, murky and still. He left his samples behind that night, realizing some things are better left unmeasured.

Frozen, Elias watched as the reflection didn't reach for a sample bottle, but instead pointed toward the center of the pool. Beneath the surface, where there should have been mud and reeds, Elias saw the flickering lights of a city made of silver—the ancient spirits of the mines, perhaps, or a memory of the land from before the mountains rose. Piscina morta

org/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/First-annual-report_CCB_MedIsWet.pdf">geology of the Buggerru region or should we continue this ghost story? Elias looked back at the water

Elias, a young geologist visiting from the mainland, didn't believe in folklore. He had spent his weeks cataloging the mineral-rich cliffs and abandoned silver mines that scarred the Sardinian coastline. To him, the Piscina Morta was just a coastal lagoon, a geological curiosity. He left his samples behind that night, realizing

"The silver is for the earth, boy, not for us," a voice rasped. It was an old man from the village, his skin as weathered as the cliffs. "The pool isn't dead. It’s just waiting for what was stolen to be returned."

Conservation of the island wetlands of the Mediterranean Basin