Daily Fictive: apotheosis of loam
Like the dying rays of a sickly setting sun, she sank into the earth. Numb fungal chthonic awareness merged imperfectly with her own. Daisy Petal died but stubbornly refused to cease. Everything she had been spread out into the haphazard fungal mats, deep forest loam, and clay choked algal river banks.
apotheosis of loam
damp, dark, strange