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It was the day before a powerful monsoon storm in Central Sri Lanka when I noticed intricate, almost embroidered reflections dancing on the surface of the muddy ponds. A delicate, fleeting beauty. The next day, everything was submerged—the water had swallowed it all. Nothing remained visible to the eye, lost beneath the flood. Yet, in time, they would resurface—transformed, stronger, and renewed.