One of the most interesting things about this place is the vast amounts of plant life present in a land which has little amounts of sunlight. It seems strange, but is it possible that these plants have evolved in such a way that they no longer require high amounts of sunlight to create food and nutrients, and if that is the case, how long has this place been in existence? It has to be millions of years. Perhaps I should stay here and study the strange natures of life here. No. No. I must stay on task. I will not let myself become distracted from my mission. I must find a way to return home.
I begin to walk upward, hoping that eventually it will lead me to the surface, when I hear a voice calling out for me. It's a quiet voice, almost like a whisper, but it's also a tempting one. My feet begin to turn without command, and I head toward the source of this sound. It gets louder, and louder, before eventually it sounds as if it is right below my feet. I look below me, and I see some Mushrooms. They're beautiful. They have a pointy top with white spots and a red colouring. Strange. These mushrooms seem to have evolved in such a way that they have begun to communicate with a human. I must examine them. I reach my hand down and stroke the tip of the mushroom, when I hear an ear piercing screech in my ear. And I turn around and see a desert, people screaming as Wyverns burn them alive, mounted by myself. I shut my eyes tightly and when I open them again, I am now on an island, hunched over the dead body of my brother. I begin to cry, when he jolts awake, and grabs me by the throat. "You killed me. You killed everyone. You. Must. Die" I feel my windpipe begin to crush under the force of his hand, for this is the end. I take my last ounces of breath before my life is taken away into the dark, lava filled depths of hell.
I look around me, I see the once scorching rocks of magma morph into my enemies, my friends. People I killed, people I murdered, people I loved. They all begin to step toward me repeating the same three words, over, and over, and over. "YOU. KILLED US". I start to back away, but my feet begin to sink under the molten rock I am standing on. They all step towards me and all at once, they dig their nails into my neck, blood pouring onto their hands. My breath begins to fade once again, as my life begins to be take-... wait. How can I be dying, when I'm already dead. All my surroundings begin to morph, change and disappear, when I yet again find myself somewhere similar, back on top of the mushrooms.
I try to pick myself up, but I am without energy. I feel my neck. It's scarred, bruised and feels as if I've been strangled, but not literally. It feels as if my windpipe began to close in under the command of my own mind, or something else. That's when I realise. I turn and look at the mushrooms I examined, and my eyes widen in shock. They were what caused me to see everything I did, they were what caused my windpipe to almost implode on itself. They're evil. This place is evil. It's now more clear to me. This experience has just confirmed that I must find a way to escape. But before I do anything, I use my last morsels of energy to lift myself up, and craft a weapon out of the materials surrounding me. I walk over to the red mushrooms, and begin to stab them, crush them, stomp on them. I rip up the mushroom to the point of where only small bits of fungi remain. I create a fire with sticks next to the now empty bit of grass where the mushroom once was, and I kick the last remaining parts of it into the fire.