Lira paused, letting the soft hum of glowing spores fill her senses. The faint, sweet scent of the mushrooms—like honey mixed with something metallic—lingered in the air. Tiny motes of light drifted lazily around her, floating like fireflies but shimmering with an inner pulse. Fluffy twined around her ankles, tail flicking at every wisp, clearly sensing the subtle energy in the air.
A soft click echoed somewhere above her head. She looked up and gasped. Giant mushrooms arched overhead like cathedral ceilings, their caps glowing in slow, rhythmic pulses—almost like breathing. Some of them were tall enough that their tops disappeared into the mist above. Between them, glowing spores drifted in lazy spirals, forming shapes that almost seemed intentional.
