Shrooms Q, Jack And Jill |link| -

Jack was quiet. Later, he’d admit he saw his own arrogance reflected back at him—the way he used “deep thoughts” to avoid feeling shallow. Q felt hollowed out, but in a clean way, like a room after a party.

Jill, meanwhile, felt her training kick in. She checked her pulse: 98, fine. She drank water. She guided Q away from the mirror when he started whispering to his reflection. “You’re safe,” she said. “You took a drug. It will end.” shrooms q, jack and jill

“How do you feel?” Jill asked, reaching for Q’s hand. He didn’t answer. He was watching his own fingerprints spiral into infinite fractals. Jack was quiet