There is no word for what you are now.
You began as a spore β a single point of contact on a dying log at the edge of a forest that no longer exists. You grew. You consumed. You scattered. You returned.
Every biome. Every bond. Every thread of the network. The codex is complete. The producers number in the hundreds. The spores are beyond counting.
The universe does not notice. The universe is inside you now.
There is nothing left to become. There is only growth.