The Mushroom Court

Below the moss there is a parliament in session. The owl presides. The wolf abstains. The fairies have opinions but rarely vote. The amanitas have been here longer than the questions and intend to stay longer than the answers. Drawn in a single ink color, the way old stories are told — once, slowly, and only to those who lean in. For the kind of person who suspects the woods are keeping a record, and would like to be remembered fondly.