Together—Jennifer and Stephanie—aren’t part of a movement. They’re the rupture. The mycelial insurgents crawling beneath the hospital floorboards. The ones who plant psilocybin in your care plan and call it “a necessary correction.” This isn’t wellness. This is the sacred rewilding of medicine. This isn’t healthcare. It’s a feral uprising with a stethoscope and a serpent drum. You thought you came to listen? You came to remember.