Mediums

They come to claim the carcasses whispering sweetly underground tentacles returning energy back to the earth sucking and spitting pumping their wisdom into the dirt Swaying slowly craning their heads towards the sun These humble creatures in clusters dot the wooded bog their work mostly undetected to human eyes speaking in ancient languages and casting spells carefully tending the land, keeping the peace mushroom mediums between the living and the dead pulsing with fungal renewal holding the power of natures neural network a vast information of knowledge unknown

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