[ On a barren wasteland of a moon, inside one of the closed market buildings, a single tree stands. It's not a very big tree. It's not even really much of a tree, with only two branches that reach up to grow, tangled, around a beam and no real leaves.
It is silent and still, which is fairly typical of most plants, until it suddenly straightens and that face like thing up the top proves to be an actual face, with opening eyes and a yawning mouth. The vines untangle from the beam and it lowers its arms; it uproots itself from where it stood, tiny crawling tendrils slipping back under the bark plates.
Then it starts ambling off. Which is very decidedly unplant like. ]
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[ On a barren wasteland of a moon, inside one of the closed market buildings, a single tree stands. It's not a very big tree. It's not even really much of a tree, with only two branches that reach up to grow, tangled, around a beam and no real leaves.
It is silent and still, which is fairly typical of most plants, until it suddenly straightens and that face like thing up the top proves to be an actual face, with opening eyes and a yawning mouth. The vines untangle from the beam and it lowers its arms; it uproots itself from where it stood, tiny crawling tendrils slipping back under the bark plates.
Then it starts ambling off. Which is very decidedly unplant like. ]