"He had hoped beyond all hope that the light would bring them back from the state they had fallen into - and to an extent, it did. The little moth flapped its wings and fluttered around, infusing the very air around it with magic. He could feel the warmth and hear the little whispers rising from the earth, transforming the dark glade into a gold-filled oasis.
But even though they had opened their eyes and were now staring and twisting in the light, he could see that they were mere witnesses to the glow - they could no longer absorb warmth, nor could they draw the power to speak. They had turned Feral."
- a story moment from my personal project, Kingdom Fungi.