Perhaps a bolete?

Vinyl forced her mind back to the little path.

She had covered a little distance already and decided to start taking in the scenery, the various species of trees, bushes, flowers, plants, and wildlife that surrounded her.

Some cicadas sang, a familiar sound.

Is this really how this place is? Is it being generated as I walk down the path? Is it adapting to me? Am I even really here, or anywhere? What is r....

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She spotted a big brown fungus. It looked tasty. Perhaps a bolete? She picked it up, cleaned it with some water she had in her little pouch.

She peered at it from different angles, sniffed it, poked it, rubbed it, scratched it… It looked edible.

But what if...? No. If it wanted to get me, no way it’d use a stupid poisonous mushroom. Anyway, what’s poison when she can simply… unmake me?

The dangers were not the same as in her memories. Back then, she had a body to harm. Now, it was only her mind. She took a bite of the mushroom. The taste was surprisingly good.