A labyrinth of stone and gloom,
where shadows whisper, softly loom.
Bioluminescent fungi, glowing like stars,
unfurling, bright and slow.
The eerie light, a guiding thread
through winding paths
where fears are fed.
The air is thick, with secrets spun,
in this dark cradle, time comes undone.
Yet in the dark, I find a spark,
a flicker bright, igniting the dark.
Though lost I roam, I’m not alone,
the glowing mushrooms call me home.