Far beyond the seething seas, lies a place of verdant wonder: The Willowing Woods. Here, you'll encounter all sorts of creatures, each with their own stories to tell. Venture into the Ever-Verdant Grove to hear a story of long-sought friendship. Tre...
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Amidst this cryptic plane of looming twilight lies an ever-casting glow of azure: emblazing about every field and corner of the Lumenspore Forests. As shrooms of varied size soothingly shine across the lilac meadows, the Stalksap trees slump and spiral, whilst the radiant rivers run deep. Though a peculiarly enchanted land it is, all matter of life dwells forth within. Tribes of living shrooms roam these parts, amiably living amongst each other while bearing all manner of differences.
Two factions existed among these kindred fungi. Bloomshrooms were of effervescent nature, whilst of magenta cast, slim & slender form, and of rose-pink luminosity. Gloomshrooms were smothered with dreariness, as they were of tinctured indigo, short & stout masses, and ridden with a subtle turquoise glow. Though the differences are apparent, they both possess the gift to dispel misty spores of slumber. Unbeknownst still are the origins of how these beings came to be. Were they sons and daughters of an ancient being? Were they minions bred for the thrill of mischief? The answer remains unclear, though that is for the days yet to come.
Amongst all the Gloomshrooms, there lived and breathed a young and dinky one. Like the rest of its kin, it glowed of solemn teal, while living about its disconsolate life. Every day was as bland as ever, but it never seemed to care. It would often see the neighboring Bloomshrooms, and how their lives were of spore-bound vivacity: laughing, cheering, and playing about. It must be utter bliss to live every passing day like so, but for a Gloomshroom, a life like that was but unattainable. Though so, it couldn't help but envy how the happy-go-lucky hydnums went by with their days. It simply wished it could do so as well, so what was to stop it from trying?
From a distance, it saw the effulgent estuaries; flowing ever-still alongside the calmly drifting wind. A couple of Bloomshrooms were found within them: skittishly splashing and swimming across the shining streams. The sepulchral spore climbed down and hesitantly approached the refulgent river. Shortly enough, it dipped one foot in the water, and then the other, until all but its head was left above the waters. Though as it got in, it didn't know what to do; it only saw the band of blissful bisporus frisking and frolicking around.
It tried to do the same as it made a splash & swam around the candescent crook, and eventually began to enjoy itself. The saddened sporeling's heart soon grew with kindling jocundity, as it continued frolicking around the bedazzling brook. Not long then, one of its spots slowly flickered and glowed a subtly pinkish hue. 'Twas a sign that perhaps it could get a chance of living like the Bloomshrooms; this was all it had hoped for.
Whilst rollicking about in the radiant rivers, there crossed by a feeble flock of Glowbugs: little creatures of lucent lavender that linger throughout parts of the Forest. As they placidly drifted by, it felt the seething urge to sneeze. The feeling grew gradually dire, until the sorrowful shiitake let it all out: 'ETCHOO!!', went the sneezy sporeling as it dispersed a drowsy-violet haze. The jubilant shroom-lings nearby were sent to a deeply-sudden sleep, while the other Gloomshrooms that witnessed were in utter shock. Only then did the morose mushroom realize what it had done, and only then did its blush-hued flare start to fade to become a Gloomshroom once more.
