Just as dense forest depths collide sharply with the soft shores of the Caspian Sea, so the lion and the hare now encounter their adversary. A congregation assembles; a conclusion must be cast. Above, metallic, moonlit leaves mirror the lustrous sheen of the well water ringing a ceremonial chime under each falling dewdrop. Below, the still, steely pool contains a rival for the ages; What use has a reflection if not to reflect upon oneself?