As Mycellium played its tune long after the creature finished, the walls parted once again. Just beyond the aperture of the wall is a field of what appears to be metal fingers, with knuckles made of ball joints. They sway gently in the absence of a breeze, and the field appears to go on for about a mile.

 Through the mist, you can see several strange figures. Some seem to be isopods as big as an oxen, others are much like the spiderlike colossus you saw earlier, and still others are scarcely-seen, rustling through the tall grass like vipers hidden between wheat stalks.

 As loathe as you are to brave this field of iron digits and gargantuan arthropods, it appears to be the only way forward. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be any trees or flowers in this unusual prairie. It is just you and the bugs.