My home is darkness
This is where I live and thrive
My winding tendrils stretch and curl through the earth
I seek the low places, the depths, the places people ignore and neglect
This is where I am most content
It is quiet here
I often hear rumblings but mostly I live in silence
In silence, touch becomes essential and sacred, I learn an infinite amount through vibrations alone
My dark home is built of soil and dirt
I am friends with the worms and mycelial threads
Yet I know that the world of light needs me and I need it
Although this dark, fecund, tactile world is my home and my preference, I know that the world of light, sound and sight is just as necessary
In essence, we exist as one
A majestic tree needs deep roots
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