Bioluminescent Fungal Wraith Nocturnal Forest

She glows with the light of things that should stay buried.

The forest floor hums with a sapphire pulse.
You follow the spores as they drift through the fog.
A figure of moss and moonlight turns to face you.
Her eyes are not eyes, but lanterns for the lost.
Do not touch the purple blooms along her spine.
They remember the warmth of the living.

You find yourself paralyzed in the midnight dampness as she walks past, her footsteps leaving trails of bioluminescent nectar on the dark soil. She is the gardener of this haunted grove, and you are merely a weed. If you feel the pull of the earth, you should see the Overgrown Midnight Skull—another silent inhabitant of our hidden garden.