In a few towns over from aspen's place and thirty minutes into the deep forest lived a farmer named L. E. Verden.

His crops were as big as a football field outside of his home. Trees from the forest circled around his property. Giving the area a safe feeling when you walked on his grass. He grew rare plants such as Valerianella Affinis, The Cry Violet and Kalimantan Mango. These once extinct plants gave him comfort. With a little bit of magic he was able to create perfect living conditions. He planted them in clusters and then sealed a bubble around them for protection.

In his Living room sat a display of each plant, unlike his plants outside these sat floating perfectly in the middle of the bubble where he was able to watch its roots grow in the soil. He Had perfected this bubble with protection, and climate control suited to the plants inside. Some days he would spend hours studying the plants behavior. This display of plants were like a timelapse of wonders. It drew you in and held your attention. Watching this beautiful array of plants in their life cycles would make his wife weep in awe from time to time. She even claimed it was more fascinating than childbirth. Whether or not this was true, it was where he held his pride.

Downstairs in his basement was where the real secrets lay. He locked his basement and only he held the key. If his wife were to ever find out what grew under her floorboards she would have called it the definition of everything is a lie. "Trust in discomfort" was what L.E. Verden would think to himself when she would ask every once in a while "Don't worry about it Dear" he would tell her and she always replied with "Okay, Hun that's your area and I won't push".

Verden waited until his wife started cooking supper before he swiftly walked down his basement stairs always locking the door behind him. Every step the old stairs made noise. Once he got to the bottom, he carefully put his lab coat on and cracked his knuckles. He walked into a room with shelves of bubbles of grapes of paradise.

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Verden made jars of toad's blood, Witch's tears along with other ingredient's float to him. It was important that the oils on his hands never touched the process. Verden opened the jars with his magic and mixed them all together in the air without one drop hitting the floor. His Magic was flawless. he spent years protecting and creating these grapes to his likely. He put himself on such high standards. Around Ten minutes of mixing he moved it in the air to inject it into the vines of the grapes. Turning them Blue. He's hands never touched any of it. "Thank god I had learned as a kid how to do things in the air." he would think to himself.

He slowly walked out of this room that his empire was built on and walked to the door straight across from him. Verden took a deep breath before putting his hand on the cold doorknob and turning the handle. When he walked in a large white board on the wall read Mushrooms Have Eyes. Right under this was written Mushrooms that let you read minds. In the middle of the room sat a table and two inches above this table sat five bubbles of bright yellow mushrooms growing in rich and moist soil. This would change the underground witch drug trade forever if he could pull it off. The system of magic that Verden used was unique. Other farmers used Bubbles but most of them were thin and couldn't float in mid-air. Leaving the plants less quality because of outside germs and bacteria. Verden style was all he's own. Verden walks to the table to inspect his mushrooms all of them look healthy expect one. He slowly walks to it and bends down in disbelief. In its soil was an eye the roots growing around and creating its stem. it was blood shot and looking all of the place.

"Well Hell I didn't want literal eyes" Verden said out loud to himself.

"Why is this happening and what is it going to the mushrooms effects?" he went on.