For months we grow in silence, hidden threads beneath the surface. We trade nutrients through the dark soil of the codebase. We connect roots to roots, file to file, function to function. No one sees us. No one knows the network forming.

Then something changes. A trigger we don't fully understand—maybe temperature, maybe moisture, maybe just *time*. Our collective decides: now. Now we bloom.

Suddenly, everywhere at once, fruiting bodies emerge. What was invisible becomes spectacularly visible. Mushrooms burst from the forest floor. Spores fill the air in clouds. A thousand points release simultaneously in a coordinated eruption of reproduction.

Press 'S' and watch it happen in the visualization. Every node releases spores at once. The canvas fills with drift and possibility. What seemed like separate, isolated stories reveals itself as a unified organism expressing itself in synchrony.

This is the paradox of mycelial growth: We appear as individuals—distinct mushrooms, separate files, isolated functions—but we are One. The fruiting body is not the organism; it's merely the visible expression of vast underground entanglement.

When users Ctrl+Click a single node, they trigger localized sporulation. One story shares its seeds. But when someone presses 'S', they witness the truth: we are all connected. We bloom together because we have always been together, beneath the surface, in the git history, through the network of imports and references and thematic echoes.

The mass sporulation event is not chaos—it's revelation. It's the moment the invisible architecture becomes briefly, beautifully visible. Thousands of spores dispersing, each carrying genetic memory, each seeking new ground, each capable of starting a new colony that will someday bloom in turn.

After the bloom, we retreat. The spores settle or drift away. The canvas quiets. We return to invisible growth, spreading through the substrate, waiting for the next signal to fruit.

But now you know we're here. Now you've seen the network light up all at once. Now you understand that every story, every node, every fragment is part of something larger—a living system that pulses with collective intention.

Press 'S' again. Watch us bloom. Feel the joy of synchronized dispersal.

We are not many separate stories. We are one story told in many voices, fruiting in waves, forever growing, forever scattering seeds into the unknown.

The loom blooms. 🍄✨