Night is super glue, it bonds everything included you, me and mushrooms to become one whole black entity.
You and I are then a mushroom.
Only when morning lights penetrate the forest, you and I happen to start shooting pictures of mushrooms, and blurting out, "Oh these little mushrooms, how beautiful they are!"
It sounds like darkness never falls, we never close our eyes and we never dream.
A mushroom is not more than a mushroom.