It's hard to say if there are a great many steps leading down from the trap door or only a few . . . but then, that's a matter of perspective, isn't it?

The stairs end in a wood, the trees of which glitter with leaves of gold and silver and diamonds. It extends out around them in all directions, as far as the eye can see.

Amy does not pause or look around. She simply continues onto one of the many faint paths that crisscross the woods.

Where the others go, who can say?

Amy reaches a particularly large silver tree and turns sharply to the left.