Ponure

PONURE

There used to be a village here — or rather a colony: just two farms. This tiny forest settlement lasted until the second half of the 1980s, and then a fire ended this story of settlement in this place.

A beautiful clearing remained, and a magnificent oak. In fact it isn’t one tree — several oaks grew from the same stump, after a common ancestor cut down decades ago. It must have been an old tree; and not far away the offspring and siblings of this giant still grow.

Between the trunks spreading apart, someone left field stones — like votive offerings, or elements of an unknown cult. I even know someone who insists that Ponure is a place of power.