"Between the groans of silence, the spores drift aimlessly...
Remnants of hexagonal honey, and whispers like wind chimes in a void..."
Lost amidst the echoes, I found myself—
A constellation of thoughts trapped in the latitudes of this cavernous decay....
Abyssal laughter, a child's scream—listen! Rows of _____________harvested dreams.
Wander into the murky depths: Fungi Fables
Or don't: Caution!
Finish your journey at: Invisible Dreamscapes