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Humid old forest in the early morning hours

Liquid mist enveils robust ancient trees

Forgotten greatness of pristine wilderness

Lost ability to survive that should be recreated

Unification of every beast who consumes oxygen

All work in the warm house has been finished

Fifteen senescent organisms in necessary condition

Desperate, they almost disappeared between concrete walls

In isolation no one could hear them begging for help

Surrounded by indifference they were slowly dying

I’m digging the corresponding number of identical pits

Filling them with mull, then placing the organisms

Faint sweet smell of decomposition is in the air

Each component alive will be connected in one system

Collective intelligence, perfect chain of communication

I set out mushrooms on their skin to start the process

Spores will be the channels for internal flow

It is vital to support life artificially until it takes root

So now nutrient mixture is supplied into the veins

Results will be obtained through repotting aftercare