Echoes of the Universe - The Book of The House Within - Mushrooms
The smallest things within my consciousness burst forth from time to time with precious gifts where once only emptiness abounded.
I sometimes muse, a pixie sits atop my finger and for a prank, waves his wand. Strange thoughts appear as though from spores, they germinate and blossom, mushrooming into brilliant color to dance to my amusement.
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