It was a thick, tangled mess of ferns that reached up to the bottom of the weathered stone. The fronds swayed gently in the breeze, creating a soft rustling sound. The greenery provided a natural camouflage for any small animals that might have nestled into its folds for shelter. The bracken seemed almost alive, pulsing with energy even in the stillness of the forest. It was a peaceful scene, one that suggested a deep connection between the rocky outcropping and the verdant growth that had taken root at its feet.
