The Fungal Groves are a vast, alien landscape, where nature and decay intertwine in eerie harmony. Towering, bioluminescent mushrooms dominate the horizon, casting an otherworldly glow over the twisted terrain. The air is thick with drifting spores, some harmless, others inducing hallucinations or rapid fungal infections. The land feels alive—constantly shifting, pulsating, and adapting to those who traverse it. Whether it was always this way or if something transformed it remains unknown.Ancient structures, remnants of past civilizations and failed expeditions, are half-buried beneath the creeping fungal overgrowth. Some whisper of an intelligence guiding the expansion of this fungal ecosystem, as if the Groves themselves are watching, waiting.