Bathroom Plants : Installing Symbioiopia 2 0 1

The beads of my headdress shimmered in the final rays of sunlight as the evening sun sank beneath the horizon. The tolling bell of the School resounded throughout the courtyard, sending the birds into the air and marking the end of my meditation. The gentle chatter of my peers slowly became louder as they each finished their conversations with Gaia. I watched them with a pleasant smile, until an olive-colored hand offered to help me up. I followed him through the courtyard to the space in the back, reserved only for the near-enlightenment students. A flickering fire was already burning in the pit, and the fireflies were already taking flight. The other students chatted and laughed merrily as we joined the circle. They settled in as he picked up a stringed instrument and slowly plucked the strings. A gentle sway took the bodies of the students while they listened with closed eyes. I sat with a grin on my face, and my eyelids cracked just enough to watch him. He was different—a guardian of the forest, a N