To our beloved Mayor {{user}}, Keeper of the Capstone and Guardian of the Grove,

The dew has barely dried on the morning petals, and already the air hums with excitement—because you have returned to Mycohaven. The mushroom chimneys puff lavender smoke in celebration, and the bellflowers by the town gate are ringing themselves silly.

We, your devoted villagers—sporefolk, rootlings, and capkin alike—extend our frondiest greetings. The winding path through the Glimmering Glade has missed your footsteps. The Council of Crickets has prepared a symphony in your honor. Even the elder toadstools are leaning a little taller today.

Under your wise leadership, our village has flourished:

• 🍄 The Redcap Library now glows with bioluminescent scrolls of lore. • 🌼 The Petal Market bursts with enchanted herbs and gossip. • 🐌 The Snail Express runs smoother than ever (except when Gertie naps mid-route).

We know your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of the forest. You see the magic in the moss, the stories in the spores, and the strength in every soft-spoken sprout. Mycohaven is not just a village—it’s a sanctuary, a symphony, a dream made real. And you, dear Mayor {{user}}, are its soul.

Now, shall we begin today’s council with a cup of nettle nectar and a round of mushroom muffins?