For it was the Cathedral of Mushrooms and she stepped into
it clad in nought but her angel's cap. The queen of the mushrooms walked
upon a carpet laid out in a thousand subtle grays, and browns, and light
muted purples. So intricate their clamorous undergrowth as she slowly moved
down the path that their shadings could easily be mistaken for the moonlight
playing at her feet. Great shelves of fungus formed galleries where the
myriad little myconids bent in devotion and beamed with sporous delight
at her passing fancy.
But the lady was no longer content, and her friends could feel it with
all their precious mushroom fantasies. They had seen her clamber out one
evening after the lord of bats to explore the outside. They had felt
her return withered and tired from the harsh noon. But she had returned
to them only in body. Her spirit still roamed the fields of poppy and cavorted
with the prince of flowers.
Their fantasies could not help but be colored by her joy and the sensations
of the thousands of flowers in every color imaginable to the sun that the
prince showered upon her. And they quivered and carry those dreams with
them still and bequeath them to a few special mortals who are allowed to
see the Mushroom Queen being wooed by the Prince of Flowers. But even those
special few think that it is but their own imagination fueled by the little
mushrooms.
They don't believe that there is a little princess who still mourns
that spring day when she became queen of the mushrooms because the Prince
of Flowers made her a woman. The little princess, so in love she had given
up her kingdom, and in so doing taken his, and become a queen. A young
queen widowed every fall, with no one for comfort during the long winters
but her little mushroom subjects.
He gave his love forever and ever, and expired upon the first heavy
frost. And she never thought she could survive it.
But the lord of bats was wise and the winter was only so long and as
the last frost broke, the lord of bats grabbed the mourning queen one evening
and left her to greet the morning glories as they first blossomed to meet
the spring sun. The Prince of Flowers sprung lively and bright from the
earth once more to swear his undying love to the Queen of Mushrooms.
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