As Himmel emerges in to this new space, creeping wide-eyed in to the alien glow of some strange looking growths near the entryway, he isn't sure how to feel. In truth he cannot feel. He is awash in an emptiness that is made more obvious to him as he peers around at the immensity of the space.

The glow is ugly. It is patchy, yellow for the most part, with shifting greens muddying the edges. He passes near the light and wonders where it is coming from - is this magic? Is this someone's spell? How could it last so long...?

Himmel then ducks among the lights. He is cautious upon entry in case the light is actually there to hurt him. A tentitave placement of one hoof, then another, then his nose sliding beneath the light; but as he slips in to it the light becomes hazy and seems to transition in to a sharp blue, like a robin's egg. The change makes him seize up and remain still for a few seconds, expecting something to happen.

Nothing does. It is just light. His body relaxes and he shakes his shoulders and neck, feeling tension there that lingers even after the rest of him calms. He reaches with his snout towards the light and noses at the gills of one of the odd growths, snorting as tiny beads of dust - or something similar - touches him.

The dust in his nose bothers the orofice and before he can stop himself he sneezes, which didn't have the expected result. The dust specks spun away from him but the mushroom he was investigating abruptly curled up from the rim to the stem, perhaps as a protective measure over its gills. The slight it produced dimmed slightly but was otherwise unaffected - emanating from the crown of the growth like the reflection point on a bald head.

Himmel was intrigued for a split second but then dismissed the mushroom as he lost interest; side-stepping around it and the cluster of other glowing funghi, he noses at a smaller collection of tiny stalks topped with tall white hat-shaped caps. These he crushes underhoof without a moments pause. He grins his heel across them and feels the fleshy centers give. There is a satisfying popping sound as he does this - and he stands there feeling triumphant.

Meanwhile, the approaching amorphous cloud drew closer. Himmel did not yet notice it, as his attention was directed down to the earth and the remains of those mushrooms, not up to the open air where the minutae of the gembound's curious body drifted.

The mushrooms were curious in composition. Some grew in thin but prolific clusters, others were wide-bottomed and heavily domed by their caps, and on occasion he took notice of a hybridization of the shapes: tall and fat but never more-so than their tops; a scattering of small pancake-shaped discs suspended by hair-thin reeds.

The gaseous cat drifts past, and as Himmel lifts his head to stretch the muscles of his neck (to remove a little kink that'd formed there) he finally saw them. It was a glimpse out of the corner of his eye - causing him to do a double-take, eyes going wide when he saw the drifting swarm of dots and colors. He frowned and took a step as if to chase after the thing, crunching through a cluster of mushrooms in the process. They released a plume of shimmering blue spores that smelled intensely like turpentine.

Recoiling from that with a series of gags, Himmel promptly forgot about the presence that had drawn his attention and hastily retreated in to the dark.