Mycelium Theology

Pixelated rays from the sun overtake my eyes. There before me, around me, quite possibly even inside me I feel them growing. Strands of thickly woven threads collect me in their soft embrace as I rest before the cap of the mightiest being I have seen.

I scale it like a tree while the world distorts around me, sending shivers down my spine as I cling entranced to its porous, moist fibers.

I have seen the light. Not the false light of the sun, but the light from beneath us. A phosphorescent God who welcomes me to the bewitching decay.