Field Journal: The Night I Found the Glowing Mushrooms

Glowing blue mushrooms emitting soft blue light in a dark, misty forest at night.

Entry 042 – Northern Veilwood, June 27th


I set out just past twilight, guided by little more than rumors and an old trail map scrawled with “luminous mushrooms – beware?” in faded ink. The forest was damp, heavy with mist and thick with the scent of moss and old bark. I had nearly given up when I saw it — a dim blue shimmer, low to the forest floor.


At first, I thought it was a reflection or swamp gas, maybe even moonlight playing tricks. But no. As I stepped closer, I saw them. Weird mushrooms, their caps glowing faintly as if lit from within. The light was a soft bluish hue, cold and quiet, with a strange pulse that didn’t feel mechanical or natural. It reminded me of something breathing, but not something alive.


They clustered along a fallen log, maybe ten or twelve of them. When I knelt beside them, I swear I heard a faint hum. That could’ve been my ears adjusting — or not.


I attempted to collect a sample, but the mushrooms began to dim as soon as I touched the log. I paused. They brightened again. Curious, I hovered my hand above one, and it flickered. Almost like it was reacting. Watching.


No known species matches this behavior. Not even the Mycena genus shows this kind of soft, rhythmic glow. I believe I’ve found something undocumented. Or something that isn’t meant to be found.


I’ve marked the location. I’ll return in three nights, when the moon is gone. I don’t know why, but that feels important. There’s something about the dark they seem to prefer.


End of entry.

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