Looking down, you see the ground is fleshy and disturbingly felt of human skin. Slowly gazing over the horizon, the ground is completely tiled up of immobile cuboid flesh bricks of uniform sizes. Some possess a sort of mouth-like orifice, and all possess a human eye or two. Some take notice of you, while others simply wallowed in their apathetic monotony and sheer boredom. They are still like quilt flooring, because they simply cannot move.

You could explore, experiment, or even ask for lore.