All of a sudden, Lepidoptera lost his balance, staggering backward. He could have sworn the whole cave had shifted sideways, but that was impossible, it was a cave. He shook his head vigorously, his vision becoming blue and misty. The problem isn’t the cave he thought the problem is with me. He dug his claws into the sharp crystals layering the ground, determined to keep his balance although the tip of his tail was numb. He managed one coherent thought The mushrooms, it must’ve been the mushrooms. I knew they were a bad idea, and now I’m going to die alone in some cave. Lepidoptera staggered sideways, slipping on stones, and sprawled on his side, blinking his six eyes dazedly. This is it, I’m dying he thought as his vision faded. He closed his eyes, not bothering to fight anymore. His breathing deepened, but he was not dead.
(I have to go to bed, I will continue tomorrow)