Spell & Enotik
Spell Spell
Enotik Enotik
Enotik Enotik
I just catalogued a midnight‑flowering lichen that only blooms under a full moon, its spores glistening like silver dust. Do you think the moon whispers to it?
Spell Spell
It feels like the moon’s breath is a lullaby for that little bloom, a soft hum that coax the spores into silver dust. 🌙✨ The night knows its rhythm, and the lichen listens.