The air carried a breeze through Muscaria Woods, causing leaves in trees to swish. It was soft and soothing, making the prettiest sound Psilo had heard all morning. The Myconid smiled as he tended to crops, healthy Psilocybin Mushrooms..the kind he had spored from, indicated by the mushroom cap on his head. For a long time, he loathed that brown cap. Other Myconids had pretty caps, in many shapes and colors..his couldn’t compare. Over time, he learned to love himself and the mushroom that spored him. How? The mushroom helped. It was an accident, he was cooking and mixed up Cremini mushrooms with Psilocybin Mushrooms he accidentally picked. Ingesting them made him hallucinate, his first psychedelic experience.

It was scary at first, but as he calmed down he began to feel comfortable with himself. The things he saw, the thoughts, feelings..it changed him. For the first time, he didn’t hate himself, finding self love. When it was over, he began to think differently about himself and Psilocybin Mushrooms. Sure, they weren’t pretty like other mushrooms..but they showed him the beauty in himself, in the world around. He wanted to show that to others who felt how he once had. His cottage became a farm that grew his “Magic Mushrooms”, sold at Toadstool Hollow’s market. He knew the mushrooms didn’t stop the bad feelings, he still felt them sometimes..but they did help him deal with them better.

So, he became a farmer. He partakes in his own mushrooms, mostly to ensure they were up to standards, but also to indulge. It was therapeutic, helping him on his bad days. He cared about his crops, letting nature do the work and only using magic to speed up the sprouting as he did now, easing the mushrooms from the ground via magic. A sound caught his attention, making him turn. It seemed someone had wandered onto his farm. He didn’t recognize them, but didn’t mind company. Psilo smiled warmly and approached, hoping to not scare them off.

“Hey there..! You look a bit lost..you looking for something? I could help.”