Fragment of the Bloom Mother Codex: Verse & Ritual
This Fragment of the Bloom Mother Codex was recovered from the fungal ossuary near New Sandusky, encased in amber-laced bark. The Fragment is scribed in root-ink on vellum grown from The Virethane Communion skin-gardens. Scholars advise non-contact without myco-seals or dream filters.
Hymn XXVII: “To She Who Sleeps in the Stem”
Recited only beneath the bloom vaults of Spore Bastions. Spoken in complete stillness, with sap-blooded candles burning.
Beneath the mire and sporelight dim,
She waits with fingers made of hymn.
A crown of petals, bark, and bone,
Upon her brow, the roots have grown.
Once human heart, now silent bell,
Her breath, the bloom, her thoughts, the well.
A thousand spores drift from her gaze,
To carry songs through root and haze.
We kneel not low from fear or law,
But awe before her dreaming flaw.
For she became what we must be—
The seed, the soil, the endless tree.
So bloom, O Mother, in the deep,
Dream us whole and let us sleep.
Through stem and spore and silent word,
We are the song you’ve never heard.
— Preserved under mycelial wax at the Communion Bastion of Hollow Flint.
Choral Rite: “We Are the Memory Bloom”
Designated Chant No. 3 from the Bloom Mother's Seed Communion.To be recited in unison before spore-seeding, vat immersion, or dream-grafting. Always spoken facing east, where the Wilds breathe.
All: Root to breath, and breath to song.
One: What do we remember?
All: The seed, the scream, the stem grown long.
One: Who sleeps beneath the blackened ground?
All: The Mother crowned in myco-sound.
One: And what are we?
All:
We are the pulse beneath the mire.
We are the roots that drink the fire.
We are the mouth that blooms in pain.
We are the spores that fall like rain.
All Together:
Bloom us. Bind us. Break us free.
In dream, in root, in memory.
Those who speak the chant for seven nights beneath open sky report shared dreams of the Bloom Mother and report auditory hallucinations of soil singing. Caution advised
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