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Myceliad Carapace

Grown, not made, in the weeping dark where Mycelia, the Grief-Bloom, mourns in drifting spores. The carapace roots gently into whoever wears it, tending small wounds as a gardener tends a grave. In time it forgets which flesh was ever yours and which was always hers.