Continue...

You trek through the mire for whoever knows how long. The canopy has grown thick again, obscuring the sun and again any sense of the passage of time. You can only tell it's still daylight by the glittering shafts occasionally piercing the gloom.

Eventually you make it to another overgrown clearing. It much more strongly resembles the first such one you came across, peppered with bushes and plants and trees still too young to block your path. The main feature of the area seems to be an abundance of giant pitcher plants sprouting from the ground, each coming up to your waist. Blessedly, that still doesn't make them nearly large enough to digest a human, so they're harmless to you.

Another three paths. You know the drill.