#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 19: Mushroom

Tonight’s forest feels like it’s waiting for something. The rain has a hush to it, falling in silver threads through the pines, and the moon peers down like a lantern hung too high to reach. Out there between the trunks, the mushrooms have gathered again.

They glow faintly – not with light, but with presence. One tall one, cap red as a schoolhouse roof, watches with patient, unblinking eyes. A gentle giant, damp and content, rooted but alive. The smaller ones huddle near its feet like children listening to an old bedtime tale whispered in spores.

Every autumn, the mycelium dreams beneath us – a hidden city of filaments and quiet connections. Maybe that’s why it feels comforting here, even in the drizzle. They’re all talking to each other under the soil, slow and kind, sending messages we can’t read but maybe can feel.

If you listen closely enough, the woods murmur back: rest, grow, return.

Rain on my window tonight smells faintly of moss and stories waiting to sprout.

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