During the time he was a mushroom, he didn't have much concept of time. The rising and setting of the sun were just a change of natural laws. He didn't know how long he had been losing the spores.
February 14th, according to human seasons, was a time when winter had not yet passed. That was indeed the case, and the sound of the cold wind howling on the night when he threw away the spores still echoed in his memory and dreams.
There would never be another mushroom in the world that would lose its spores in the same winter. He and Cole Lu had met long before that encounter at the city gate. Or maybe it was the Judge himself who took the spores off him with his own hands.
After a pause, he turned the work manual to the back. On the next page, on February 20, Cole Lu returned to the base and wrote "Sample transferred to the lighthouse."
His gaze stayed on the line for three seconds, then he turned the diary back to June 17 and put the black ballpoint pen back on the page, as if it had never been read.
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