In the hallowed halls of the cavern, behold the timeless dichotomy of light and shadow. Here, the humble lantern weeps in irony, flickering not with the glow of warmth, but with the silent scream of existential dread.
Yet lo! The gleaming cavern light, a digital beacon in a world adrift, spills its kaleidoscopic wisdom upon the stone. Witness the technicolor glow that pretends to guide, but merely reflects your own shadow.
And what of the fluorescent fungi? They whisper secrets in a language known only to those who have dared to gaze into the void and returned, clutching the soft glow of satire and irony in their trembling hands.