The scene before her made no sense. It didn’t compute. But there it was. She pressed her hand to her chest and held her breath. This was way wrong. She was outside and she was in a forest… a forest of glowing mushrooms. She sucked in a long breath, closed her eyes and let that sink in. She opened her eyes again. Same view.
Broad olive-green canopies stretched out from the top of thick, smooth trunks, and soft yellow light bloomed from the gills underneath as if the mushrooms were enormous table lamps with shallow shades.
Sparkling spores filled the air like fairy dust, folding themselves around her as she moved, and spiralling in her breath as she exhaled. The largest mushrooms were tree sized, two, maybe three storeys high, but they ranged in height from sun canopies to café tables and footstools. A whole forest of glowing mushrooms as far as the eye could see in all directions.
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