I was a day late, but I went out midsummer and gathered fern spores. They're so tiny, like dust. Managed to get quite a few - filled a gallon ziplock bag with the branches, from a few different species. I left even more behind, along with a small blood offering to the mosquitoes.
Rubbed on the eyelids, the fern spores are supposed to grant the power to see fairies. Of course, it's supposed to be male fern, which I couldn't find, and it's supposed to be midsummer's eve, when I was working both jobs, but we'll see how this does. Maybe they just don't want to be seen, and arranged everything against me.
Rubbed on the eyelids, the fern spores are supposed to grant the power to see fairies. Of course, it's supposed to be male fern, which I couldn't find, and it's supposed to be midsummer's eve, when I was working both jobs, but we'll see how this does. Maybe they just don't want to be seen, and arranged everything against me.
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