Entire biologies blossomed in that fertile dreamscape, while the climatic boom of timpani drums rebounded off the mossy skin of the trees with a sense of urgency. The primordial heartbeat of the forest was alive! And we were amidst the pulse.
The Flexilis Pupa, fittingly, sat atop the crown canopy, looking down at the spectacle in whole. She wore a modified, fungal headdress made of the most delicately-interwoven wolf lichens, and a pair of XY areoli that she defiantly revealed.