Mushroom Fairy

The plate was green and I fried it until it was shiny and fragrant. The moment I ate it, I realized: What I cook is not ingredients, but a key. Now, reality is starting to fade. There are whispers hidden in the folds of the wallpaper, and the chandelier creates riddles with light and shadow. Those beings called "hallucinations" are sitting on my sofa drinking tea. They say they have always been here. But in the past, I chose to turn a blind eye. When the first crack appears in the wall of reason, When common sense can no longer explain everything in front of you—— Welcome to my world. Here we no longer argue about what is true and what is false. We are just curious: Next, something else will come in through the cracks.