I tried to communicate directly with the plants in my grove today. It came as easy as breathing for me, something I've always known how to do, and something I've done subconsciously forever.

They didn’t ‘speak’ in language, but rather thoughts and ideas. They seemed happy, joyous even, that I was making an effort to communicate with them. It was stunning really.

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While working on perfecting the berries I communicated with various plants in my grove. Most were content, though many wanted to be changed by my hand, most of them things I could do with ease.

After a while I noticed something, many of the different species of plants had coalesced into something of a hive mind, and even some of those hive minds have merged to form a hive mind. The individuality of the one being sacrificed for the good of all, always done willingly. There was only one that remained wholly separate, the tree willow was born from.

As for progress with the berries, the only noticeable difference was the mana crystals grew faster.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.