a garden deep, a garden dark

Down, down, down. Trailing down through the strange landscape, perhaps as a means of making sure everything that was down belonged here. The strange appearance of a new land that had seemingly lived beneath their feet the entire time was too strange, and now he had to make sure there was nothing he'd missed. Björn⁢'s gaze is sharp, bordering on ornery, as he makes his way into Glowshroom Cavern. His gait careful, though he pads between the soft mosses. A more whimsical beast may have been playing their own game of the floor is lava, but he's a bit short on whimsy today.

Instead, it's the careful gait of a predator, moving among the shadows. They're strange and distorted here, the mushrooms creating their own puddles of light. It's strange and damp, but as far as Björn⁢ can tell, nothing too unusual down here. Scratch that. Nothing more unusual than usual, for such a strange landscape. Taking a moment to rest in a particularly dark corner, he allows his eyes to adjust to the dank darkness. Studying. Planning his next move, with the dark cloud of his attitude slung around his shoulders.

"Björn"