The world swirls around you, the light shifting from purple to green to blue, an iridescent kaleidoscope that leaves you disoriented and dumbstruck at the same time. Voices, small, rise up with giggles and whispers from behind you and in front of you and above you, but never from where you can see them, no matter how hard you try.
A small voice, neither masculine, nor feminine whispers in your ear, "Ah, mortal, look at how careless ye've been! Ye' broke one of our stalks!"
"Yes! That was me favorite sitting shroom, it was!" comes another small voice. "You'll have to make recompense, oh yes you will."
A flutter from behind you catches you off guard, and you spin around, catching sight of a shower of sparkles as it darts away. "Who-- what are you?" you ask.
"Oh he doesn't know?"
"The mortals have forgotten, have they?"
"Well this one will know, soon enough? Mortal, what's your name so we may... address you properly?"