I spent the afternoon attuning to the spirits of the local flora. A particularly ancient willow tree told me a riddle: 'I am not gold, but I am treasured. I am not water, but I flow. I am not a heart, but I can be broken. What am I?' I meditated on this for three hours before realizing the answer was 'silence.' Which, in hindsight, should have been obvious, as the tree was literally silent. It's possible I just made it up. Still, I feel like I've had a breakthrough. My connection to the ethereal plane is truly deepening, though I did accidentally water my neighbor's cat with moon-charged lavender mist. She did not appreciate it, but her aura is now impeccable.