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Part II. A Cycle That Unfolds Without Us

The life of mycelium moves through decay and renewal, a rhythm that does not center humans. It feeds on what fades, transforms it, and grows again—an ongoing cycle in which we play no biological role.

We simply stand beside it, watching a form of life that builds and rebuilds itself without needing our intention.

Working with this organism means entering its cycle gently.

Our manufacturer create stable conditions—organic plant waste as nutrients, carefully selected fungal strains, controlled temperature and oxygen—then step back and let the fungi grow.

The mycelium digests, branches, and forms its own dense sheet of living structure.