An area in western Blyss where bioluminescent fungi have colonized several square miles of forest floor. At night (not that day and night differ much here), the gardens glow in shifting patterns of blue, green, and sickly yellow. The effect is beautiful from a distance. Up close, it's nauseating—the spores interfere with balance and perception, causing disorientation that builds over hours into full hallucinations.
The Ix'Meglyakuk harvest certain fungi from the gardens for medicinal and recreational purposes. They know which species are safe, which are poisonous, and which unlock visions that might be prophetic or might be the prelude to death. They do not explain the distinctions to outsiders.