Liberty cap (Psilocybe semilanceata) base form. Nature does love its courage, whispers Royal Wizard Merlin Semilan to individual blades of grass. This kingdom has the best grass he thinks to himself. It's so alive. It's breathing. In valleys, he hollers and everyone around sees colorful sound waves bouncing off valley walls. Some say this all tastes like spearmint and smells like grand, geometric patterns. From his pipe drifts the intoxicating smell of slow-burning Salvia Divinorum with a pinch of Lemon balm… He throws a pebble in the lake and says, watch the ripples, plus something universal and very, very deep.