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The locals in Buggerru knew better than to visit the when the mist rolled in from the sea. They said the water there didn’t behave like water; it didn’t ripple when the wind blew, and it didn’t reflect the sky. It was a "dead pool"—a mirror of things that shouldn't be seen.

He knelt to take a sample, but as his hand approached the surface, his own reflection didn't move. The "Elias" in the water remained standing, looking back at him with an expression of deep, mournful recognition.

One evening, chasing the last of the golden hour for his survey, Elias found himself standing at the edge of the pond. The air was thick with the scent of wild rosemary and salt. The water was perfectly flat, a sheet of obsidian glass nestled between the white sand dunes. Piscina morta

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.

org/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/First-annual-report_CCB_MedIsWet.pdf">geology of the Buggerru region or should we continue this ghost story? The locals in Buggerru knew better than to

Here is a story inspired by its eerie name and rugged Mediterranean setting: The Secret of the Silver Still

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 knelt to take a sample, but as

Conservation of the island wetlands of the Mediterranean Basin