When I woke up, the world was bare naked.
I sweat all over, thick and sticky substance.
Years of pregnancy were all for this moment.
I slowly dismounted my armour of scale as the wood crackled in dangerous silence.
My little seeds, with their folded wings, were ready for the upcoming phases.
Whether weather be the snow storm, or the clearance by bull dozers and chainsaws.
Our silos of underground network would survive the dark days with ashes and smoke.
I still held my wishes, when I was broken from the charred branch and fell to the bed of scarlet leaves.
The last image was the sun high in the blue sky, over the leafless canopy, radiating summer heat.
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A wolf rummaged through the forest floor after the wildfire in Chernobyl.
It found a pine cone.
The creature chewed its seeds and left the scene, disappearing into the red forest.
River on Baltic Sea 
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