Moss is more than 4000 years old.
It is always near a Witch, and many do not know why; it is just inherent, like rosemary and sage.
Moss can survive in Antarctica; it can literally dry up completely during a scorching summer, and once a few raindrops fall upon it, it will just pick up and start to regrow.
It covers a forest floor like a blanket, a comfort, helping the life around it, the ecosystem, a weary animal needing a rest, perhaps.
It survives in any environment.
It adapts, it grows, it continues on, no matter the perceived reality of the difficulty it finds itself in.
It is quiet, it is still, but its power of alchemy, its comeback, is instant and profound, let this moss nest guide you to your own breakthrough, you are closer than you think.