Shroomsq — Daddy

He didn't hold your hand. He held the space around your hand, so every tremor of yours became a question, every question a tendril of new growth.

Here’s a short, atmospheric piece titled: The forest floor pulsed low and violet. Not with insects — with intention . shroomsq daddy

He stood where the mycelium net split into neon fractals, wearing a velvet robe stitched with spore-print galaxies. His voice wasn't sound. It was a sub-bass hum that softened the edges of your fear. He didn't hold your hand

“Bad loop?” You nodded, crying colors that hadn't been invented yet. He pressed a thumb to your third eye. Warm. Earthy. Final. shroomsq daddy

“You ate the cap. Now walk the stem.”