She hadn't expected what she found down there.
She'd been in dwarven ruins before. The architecture was always interesting, the machinery was amazing and she had no idea how it worked. But after the utter fascination she'd felt the first time... well, the ruins were kind of a bore.
But not Blackreach. Oh, no, Blackreach wasn't boring. She'd never seen it's like. And oh, she wouldn't be surprised if Blackreach was entirely unique.
Glowing mushrooms. You haven't seen glowing mushrooms until you'd seen these.
She looked up, and above her head was darkness, pure darkness. Even darkest midnight shone with stars, but there was no light emanating from the rock above her head, nothing to show her how far the earth would fall to crush her. There was no light there. But reaching up with yearning hands, they gleamed dark aquamarine. Mushrooms, a word of ignorance; they were as alike to mushrooms as the domestic cat to a mountain cougar. As large as trees, larger, graceful and sleek how mushrooms weren't, shouldn't be, curving lovely whiskers growing from the edges of their heads, winding down like they were jellyfish. Nothing but shadows and blackness beneath the Earth, and no doubt in the pitiless sun their grace and beauty would be clumsy, nothing. But here, oh, here...
The shadows they were had form, framed by light bioluminiscence, the light-blue shine mysterious, surreal, graceful. She could sit here forever, just watching and exploring this graceful beauty traced with dreams. She could.
But there was danger here, danger she pitied. Blind to the beauty of their surroundings, the Falmer saw through sound and touch. She pitied the snow elves.
They lived in the most beautiful place in the world, and could see nothing of it.