>>5505927>>5505923>>5505907You do not understand this place. It is loud, and bright - little things try to chew on your roots, and when you smash them they stop moving, rather than running away. It is unusual. It is not home-ish. You should have others, like you. Your roots should spread and intermesh, and you should share a thousand thoughts and sights and pictures - not just one. You are alone, one gret eye blinking in the midst of your sturdy stalk body, your cap pale-white and sturdy against the dripping water and swooping bats.
You have become hungry. You are in a long, dark passage, with two cracked stone walkways covered in a matt of moss and filth, as a stream of dark water flows between them. Things live down there - you know this, because when your trailing matt of mycelium reaches down to drink it is quickly devoured - this upsets you, but it is a sad world - you are used to it.
>Go north>Go south>Think about the water. 