And see

Not a whole lot, your skinny elf-like humanoid torso is milky white with a slight purple tinge, you have zero muscle tone and your breasts are slight elevations in the landscape. Hip down you are a spider, coarse black hairs, 8 spindly legs and all. You are about 120 cm tall and about 100 cm long, you feel dissapointed in your small stature like you should have been larger.

You shift attention from yourself to your mothers backpack and become suddently aware that you are ravenously hungry. You open it and find camping supplies as well as copious amounts of food, yoghurt, cheese, dried fruit and meat as well as a couple loaves of unperishable elven bread. You think it wise to save those for emergencies.

As you gorge yourself on the odd tasting but very pleasant yoghurt, your innate understanding of biomancy tells you that the yoghurt was made with elven milk, most likely your mothers.

Hunger satiated, you have a closer look around, besides the aformentioned bioluminescent mushrooms there is also moss, algea and lichen covering covering the cave walls, all inedible though. You see ripples in the water of the shores of the subteranian lake of which shores you are standing. You can weave a net and start fishing when needs be.

You suddently start feeling an overwhelming need...