You can see a crack of light beneath the door, and at your scale, it wouldn't be an issue for you to slip beneath it. With your interest piqued, you make your way down the fabric towards the floor. You trip a few times, as fine threading at your original scale is now a three-dimensional tiled surface with cracks at your present stature.
One misplaced step finds its way beneath a loose micro-thread, causing you to trip and roll the rest of the way down the fabric surface to the floor. Something soft and bristly breaks your fall, like a soft tree. It's then that you realize that what is the crown of a tree to you is actually the splayed bristles from the carpet.
You look on from your perch towards the light and music beyond the door. You have a long ways to go. While the urge to go monkey and jump from bristle to bristle, you find it easier to enter the jungle than stay on top of it.
You climb down the carpet stalk and your feet touch a compressed grid-like matrix of threading - the roots of the carpet trees. As you journey towards the light, you brush your hands past each stalk. It feels as if unlike a forest of trees, this jungle has more order to it. Between each thread growth is a gap with just a few stray threads from frequent wear, like a valley. Nevertheless, the light from the ceiling above you is so far away and when passing beneath a bristle tree, it gets eclipsed and you walk in shadow.
In the shade, you try to tune out the music and listen for other things around you. Jungles have their tigers and wolves, but there's no telling what frightening beasts make their home here. Through the music, your mind plays tricks on you as you think you heard some distant scuttling. Deep down, you pray it's not some ravenous dust mite.
The light gets brighter the closer you get to the door, but suddenly, it gets even brighter. The music gets louder. Then, darkness falls over the carpet forest. There's a sudden cacophony as something massive descends and crushes the trees ahead of you. An earthquake follows.
It's like a natural disaster at your scale, but you look ahead of you to see it's not a force of nature. It's something, more like someone, else...
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