You follow the mycelium up a small hill. The incline isn't too harsh, but this is the tallest bump in the entire land. When you reach the top, some mycelium turn and look back towards the town, and you do as well.
In retrospect, this world below wasn't that big. From the door, it only took around five minutes to walk to each area. And they all involved something your family enjoyed- the ocean for the bridge, bread baking in the field, and for the city- your Grandmother loved being social. Your Grandparents and Mother must have built this place- but why?
You look down at the piece of Crockpot you are carrying in cupped hands. Tiny springs and screws fall between the crevices of your palms. The tiny circuit board sits attached to wires on one half of his body. The other has some wires as well, and something is written on the inside of his cap- CP-001-MO. You don't know what they mean.
The other mycelium on your shoulder look at Crockpot. You turn your right hand over your left to dump some of the parts out, and then you reach out and touch a mycelium on your left shoulder. This one has a hooded cap, slightly green, with spots on his stump body. He feels fleshy- like how a normal mushroom would feel. Do they all have mechanical parts to them?
You look towards the world one last time. It's peaceful- the only sound comes from the water running through the bridge, and the faint hum of some mechanical contraption out of sight. Lights emanate from underneath the field of wheat. The city seems to have gone back to normal, with a few mycelium bobbing between buildings, going about their business.
You could stay here for a while.