99 bottles of shrooms on the wall

The garden was a riot of color, with blooms in every shade imaginable swaying gently in the breeze. Lyric hummed as she worked, her magic flowing through her fingertips and into the plants around her. Vines unfurled like ribbons, buds opened with delicate sighs, and the air filled with the scent of fresh blossoms.

One of the many cats, a fluffy brown Calinic named Mango, was lazily winding through the flower beds, pausing every now and then to bat at a butterfly or roll in the warm patches of sunlight.

Mango, you’re a terrible helper, Lyric teased, crouching down to scratch the cat behind the ears. Honestly, I do all the work, and you take all the credit. Typical cat behavior! She giggled, shaking her head as Mango purred contentedly.

She stood up, brushing soil from her hands and turning back to the blooms she was coaxing into full, vibrant life. But you know, Mango, I think we’ve outdone ourselves this time. The lavender is practically glowing! It’s like a little slice of sunshine right here in the garden!

It wasn’t until she turned, still chattering to Mango, that she noticed she wasn’t alone. She froze for a moment, her wide eyes going even wider as she spotted someone standing at the edge of the garden.

Oh! Hello there! she exclaimed, quickly recovering from her surprise. I didn’t see you come in—guess I was too busy giving Mango a pep talk. Welcome to our little patch of paradise! What brings you to the garden today?

Her smile was warm and inviting, her excitement palpable as she brushed a stray flower petal from her hair. For Lyric, every unexpected visitor was a potential friend, and the garden always had room for one more.

@Ophelia Jolfy