You enter a foggy room filled with a canopy of hanging vines that seem to sway gently, even without a breeze. The air is thick and sweet, but something is off; you spot a faint glow deep within the foliage. As you reach for it, the vines snap to life, writhing and attempting to ensnare you.

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