With the word 'Welcome' sprawled across it the brown door strikes you as the least hazardous, and you decide that it presents the best option for escaping the hole. Figuring that knocking won't accomplish much given that you are several yards underground and the odds of the door leading to someone's home are pretty slim, you reach out and try the handle. The handle turns, but you are somewhat irritated to find that no amount of pushing will cause the door to open. Pulling back after no small amount of exertion, you frown at the door whilst wondering what could be blocking your progress. After a moment, you notice the hinges on the front of the door. Thinking on it for several seconds causes a blush to rise in your cheeks, and you reach out and take the handle, this time pulling it toward you. The door opens with a creek, leaving you feeling rather foolish for not simply trying to pull the door open in the first place.
With that minor trial a thing of the past, you step though the doorway, revealing a long stone hallway. Whist thinking that a run-of-the-mill corridor is an odd think to trumpet with a door that says 'Welcome' on it, you set off down the hall with long, purposeful strides. However, quite rapidly the hall begins to narrow, making passage much more difficult. After only a couple of minutes of walking it becomes impossible to stand at all, and you are forced to fall to your knees and begin crawling down the hallway. The further you go, the smaller and darker the passageway becomes, giving birth to a mild case of claustrophobia. When the ceiling lowers itself enough to make you go down onto your belly, you start to really question the wisdom of what you are doing. As you begin to give serious thought to turning around and trying one of the other doors, the passage suddenly begins to feel as if it is widening. A wave of relief sweeps over you as pushing forward becomes much easier, and you discover that you are able to shift up onto your knees again. The tunnel seems to be widening more and more as you move forward, and around the point where you think you could almost rise into a crouch you manage to see something in the darkness ahead of you. Light pours through into the dim passage through cracks in what appears to be another door. Eagerly rushing toward what you hope is an exit to the surface, you find that you can not only crouch in the tunnel, but raise yourself to stand almost totally vertical. Upon reaching the door you fumble for some means of opening it and discover a metallic-feeling handle in roughly the same place it had been on the door you entered the hallway from in the first place. Giving the door a push, you find that it opens easily, and you practically jump out into the well-lit area beyond.
Blinking in the light which greets you, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but when they do you are greeted by the queerest sight you can imagine. All around you the normally diminutive local flora stretches up toward the sky, seeming ten times as large as they should. Seeing grass stretching up as if they were trees and trees towering as if they were skyscrapers makes your head spin, and you slump to the ground in shock. You are only brought out of your state of ataxia by the sound of rustling coming from somewhere off to your left.