From luscious green grass, which had been personally revitalised by Trivian, sprouted multiple vibrant, bark covered roots that Trivian had nothing to do with.
They curled together, forming into two separate trunks that grew further upwards, before those two combined together into an even thicker trunk the size of a torso. Exactly the size of a torso, in fact, as that was exactly what it was.
A tree, sprouting from the ground, had taken on a humanoid form. With two arms, two legs, and even a head that was topped with a mess of jagged branches like a poor imitation of hair. It had no face, just a blank wooden mask where a mouth and nose should be, but it did have eyes.
Golden eyes like chunks of solid amber that stared at them blankly.
