Divine Shroom (Psilocybe hoogshagenii) evolved form. When she's not drinking coffee hot enough to melt your face off, Divine Umbra is zipping around the cosmos on a husband she accidentally transformed into a broom. Some cauldron recipes are vexatiously specific, she laments. The proportions have to be exact. A frog should be a frog regardless of the Kingdom you are in! Oh, but it's not, she cackles inside your head, interrupting your inner thoughts. Now, who's face is melting?
