I got.. incredibly high last night after a really bad day and I woke feeling sick... My uvula felt like it has been boiling in acid. My head feels fuzzy nd full of cotton. I'm so tired. I puked almost as soon as I woke up. And my wife said that I was coughing all night in my sleep. I promise you that this is the sculk. The sculk is spreading. It's coating the back of my throat. Hugging my uvula. It's subduing my brain. Singing such a soft, soothing song. I'm simply just the sculk's breeding ground. Every time I cough, it's spores spread. It needs me to stay sick. It needs me to incubate it's little sporeling children to gift other beings. The sicker I am, the more I spread, the further this glowing moss can go. And Dread, am I such a good little incubator of the sculk.








