Amanita Muscaria

Amanita Muscaria. I yearn, as my ancestors once, for the precious poison. The power within is endless. Among the trees, red catches my eye - a red so poignant in this bleak land. Amanita Muscaria. To prepare as the ancients, I bite in and all fear dies. The forest holds me close as I wait for the havoc, the utter chaos. I begin to float with them across the raging sea into times long since gone when I could have been free. (I sail with them on that raging sea into times long gone when I could have been free)