Day 123—The Seminee

I have just encountered a most curious race known as the Seminee—large, walking mushrooms with faces. Though I know next to nothing about them, I’ve seen how other races treat these diminutive figures with what can only be described as reverence, which the Seminee themselves seem almost embarrassed by. Rumor has it they introduced the very religion that now permeates Orizonia, but information is scarce. They speak rarely, and when they do, it is in soft, measured tones that immediately command respect. I can only hope that, in time, I will learn more about these humble yet venerable creatures.