The Vast Shroom: Where it all began.
There was a universe so diverse, so I am told. Green grasses, leaves crimping of gold. Everything was peace as it all began, It began with a mushroom in hand. A witch was one of the few inhabitants of this bare flat land. She was the first to understand. Seed in her palm, she gave life's kiss into the one small seed she seeded. She didn't have much, but it's all she needed. But she was alone. She hoped one day that would change as her view was limited into a unseen chain.
Events would happen and rise.
As she slept after planting the only thing she had the next day... She was surprised, shocked into dismay! It wasn't a tree, not a tree at all. From the stalks standing tall shimmered a mushroom's spores. They had made her feel magical like no being before! She snapped in joy, crackled in excite, zapped up with the trees you see today, the animals you see tomorrow! She let out a giggle of joy that became the day. She cried in happiness in which became the night. She used so much magic, so much might...
....She felt tired.... Like she never felt before. Opened the door to her house in which the existence now was, slept in the bed.... Nothing to fuss. She was happy but not to her plan.... The magic turned her into the breath of the land...
And to think. To smile. It was a world from a seed, the world was in her hands.
The world now exists many biomes and creatures, magics, life, technology 'o-plenty.
It is your story, as you'd have it now. The Vast Shroom is rumored to still exist and stand tall upon it's stalk next to the abandoned cabin....
