Mushroom Forest

"When I was a child, I once asked my mother, "Where did I come from?" She replied, "Why, we all sprouted in the Mushroom Forest, of course." Nightmares soon haunted my sleep. I dreamt I was lost among the toadstools. I awoke in tears, but felt the warmth of my mother's embrace as she comforted me. It is something I still remember to this day" -Lydia Morel
"As I approach the Mushroom Forest, I somehow feel like I'm shrinking. Each toadstool I pass seems taller than the last. Now I know I'm inside the forest. Those fungi, monsterous versions of the vegetation in the world, were truly horrible in their outlines; detestable parodies of toadstools and Indian-pipes, whose like we had never seen in any other situation. In the evening many became slightly phosphorescent; this explain what other travelers have described as witch-fires glowing in the dark. They are not to be prodded, otherwise they release a nauseating, overpowering, utterly sickening spores akin to poison" - Zack Muir