Hours passed. She added drops of mushroom essence, powdered minerals, and delicate petals from the orchard. Each addition was measured, observed, and balanced. When a shimmer of imbalance appeared—a sudden flare of light, or a sudden dimming—she adjusted immediately, swirling her hands to harmonize the elements.
The Murris chirped softly, crawling along the table to nudge one of the mushrooms closer. Lira smiled. "Yes, you're right. They need to feel included." She carefully arranged the mushrooms in a circle around the bowl, letting their natural aura interact with the mixture. Slowly, the potion began to glow in soft layers of green and silver, mirroring the Mushrooms of Wisdom themselves.
Evening came, and the air of the grove was filled with the hum of energy. The giant tree spirit rustled its leaves overhead, observing silently. Lira exhaled, finally leaning back. "Almost there…"
