Meadowlark Prairie but it's sinking

He has somehow returned to the woods, or thinks he's returned to the woods, but the mushrooms are still in effect and he's having a hard time determining what is real and what isn't. It doesn't scare him as much as Mou thinks it should.

The blades of grass are tall in the meadow but not as tall as trees; in his mind, they are. They're taller than the forest he calls home and as he stumbles through the grass, he thinks each blade is looming over him. He ducks and weaves through the grass.

When he picks up the scent of Maegi he relaxes a little bit and the grass recedes in his mind's eye, becoming a multicolored tapestry of something more natural in shape. Mou feels excited when he finds that scent, his whole body humming, and he launches himself carelessly through the grass after her.