Fifth floor, Dylan's Mushroom House.
A wisp of elegant bluish smoke curled upward, it was aromatic herbs originating from the distant archipelago, mixed with powdered green mushrooms, slowly burning on hot coals, releasing a unique fragrance that calmed the soul.
This method not only achieved a relaxing effect but also didn't render one unconscious like Hallucinogenic Spores.
Dylan lay leisurely in a hammock woven from mycelium, legs crossed, savoring this long-lost tranquility.
No longer did he have to constantly worry about exposing his "Mushroom Man" identity, living like a frightened bird, daring only to burrow in tunnels, ride black-market boats, and struggle with uneasy sleep. Returning to this Underground City was like coming home, allowing him to relax.
