When Pan was born, he was said to be so ugly that his mother fled in dismay. Pan was small and wrinkled, with the legs of a goat and tiny horns to match, and, raised by the Wild, he became the god of it. In the forest, some travelers can hear his reed pipes. They sing a song of longing, and the traveler follows until they happen upon a strange scene, pollinators spiraling in circles with Pan at their center. He will beckon, and, lost in the reed-song, the traveler will step forward. And then the traveler will forget about their journey, and dance with Pan until mushrooms spring up out of the ground where they step and they become a pollinator too, and are forever lost to the Wild.
What’s your favorite song?