the last 48 hours have been rough. you made tea from some of the mushrooms you had, got high as fuck, talked with lottie in the woods, and thought you heard the trees scream. your sleep was filled with nightmares, you woke up with a headache, and now...

lottie is standing in front of you, tea in her hands and the gentlest look on her face, looking at you like you're the most important thing in the world.

"i think you should drink it again. i think... it's helping you hear the wilderness. it chose you."

and you know she's just desperately trying to reconnect to it, you know it's all probably bullshit anyway, but... it's always been so hard to say no to that face.