In one of the larger caverns deep in the dungeon, a small ray of sunlight shone through the cracks. The beam hitting the wounded chest of an unmoving body. The room was bloody and littered with corpses of both dungeon dwellers and the invaders alike. The latter starting the conflict without care for those who roamed this place while the former fought to protect their homes. 

[i]Shuffle, shuffle. Tap. Shuffle, shuffle. Tap. [/i]

Like a beat, the sound rhythmically echoed throughout the chamber. Out of the gloom, a hunched creature slowly made its way forward. Its tiny dot like eyes, darted around taking in the scene before it. Despite the obvious lack of expression, it was quite happy. There were so many bodies all in one area. A perfect place to spread its spores. It stopped just before the ray of sunlight in the center of the room. It was ready.

The Spore that Speaks shook its large carp releasing a multitude of fine dust that were in many different shades of colour. The dust spread throughout the room and when it landed on organic matter, different types of fungi sprouted. Big, small, long, short, angular, round, they all grew from the many bodies in the room aiding in the decomposition process. The center was it was the most crowded. The ray of sunlight providing that extra bit of sustenance which caused a bouquet of mushrooms to sprout from the body’s chest.

The cavern which was once covered in blood and corpses was now teeming with life. It had turned into a forest of reds and greens and purples and many more. The Spore that Speaks let go of its stick and brought its two hands together and slowly clapped as it look at its own handiwork.