And you do.
Down the hill, the mycelium lead you towards what looks like an overgrown tree stump. You notice that there are two trees here- plastic like the other flora. Underneath the stump, you can hear something like growling. You walk a bit closer, but the mycelium do not follow you.
"Are you guys not coming?"
They eye each other wearily, becoming antsy in their movements. You think they want to join you, but they might be too scared.