There's A Marching Band Still Playing In That Vacant Lot

Lúta felt the world begin to spin as she swooned. Well, that wasn't good. She muttered out a sorry toward Celeste, who she didn't want to traumatize but was fairly certain she had by now. She felt herself hit the ground, had a brief hope that she wasn't dying before she fell into a deep sleep. As she slept a dream fell upon her of a path diverging ahead. It split into a path filled with mushrooms that glittered and sparkled in brilliant colors on one, one full of sharp and beautiful crystals, and another full of mist and fireflies. Lúta swayed to some melody in her own head as she contemplated the paths. She was deeply curious about all of them but she half wondered if going down the mushroom path might enable her to find something out about her illness? Could a cure like this way? She took to her feet and chose the mushroom path.