Leo awoke with the first light of dawn, the mushrooms woven into his hair casting a soft, faint glow.
He had dreamed of tangled evolution routes and branching paths to power, but from that chaos of knowledge, a single, simple idea had crystallized.
His parents were cooks.
He dressed quickly and made his way down to the kitchen. As expected, his parents were already there, kneading the dough for the day’s bread.
“Dad?” he called softly. “Can
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