As if captured overnight on a time-lapse film, the fungal growths wound upward on long stalks, away from the surfaces to which they clung. Heads or tops formed on each, drawing away from the stems, and surged out towards the two daugments. Pit flinched as some of the heads brushed against his paws, about the same size as his pads, feeling like fleshy knobs.

And then there were eyes!

Three of them, hovering amongst the growths about five feet up the back wall, directly ...