Sometimes, it's not the rarity of a species or the beauty of a form that captures us—but that persistent feeling of the unknown, the one that drives us to search, to compare, to doubt. That day, while walking along a slope covered with moss and damp oak leaves, I came across a small group of mushrooms that looked familiar... and yet.
Their silhouette was reminiscent of a funnel-shaped Clitocybe: a hollowed-out cap in the center, downward-sloping gills, a light beige hue blended into the soil. But one detail caught my eye: a sort of frill, discreet but very present, around the stem—and this simple ornament shook all my certainties.
I stood there, observing their arrangement, their texture, their peaceful presence in the heart of the humus. Perhaps they were simply a variation of a known species... or perhaps a completely different, mimetic genus. This is the richness of the mushroom world: even when we think we know, nature always conceals a mystery.
Needless to say, uncertain identification rhymes with absolute caution. These silhouettes are beautiful to observe, but never to pick when doubt persists—and that, indeed, remains.
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