The integration process was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
As the Heavenly Violet Pill dissolved, waves of understanding crashed through my consciousness like a spring flood breaking through winter ice. It wasn't just knowledge being transferred—it was pure comprehension of concepts I'd been struggling with for months, suddenly crystallizing into perfect clarity.
Blossoming. I finally got it.
Not just the mechanics of coaxing flowers to open or the theoretical frameworks Mo had tried to teach me, but the fundamental truth underlying all growth and transformation. The precise moment when potential becomes reality, when dormancy gives way to active manifestation, when something hidden finally reveals its true nature.
The pill's mana merged with my existing energy reserves, but this wasn't ordinary mana. It carried the concentrated essence of every spring morning, every first bloom, every moment when life chose to emerge despite uncertainty.
