They Watch as Their Garden Grows

Day 813

I watched an alien today, tall and silent, examining one of the fungal caps that’s consumed an entire block. It seemed… pleased, if that’s possible, nodding slowly as it observed the growth. These fungal blooms, they’re not just weeds—they’re something the aliens value, something they’ve been waiting to see flourish. They move among the spires like caretakers, like parents. I don’t know what that means for the rest of us, but I fear we’re not part of their vision.