The rustling of leaves whispers softly as a tendril reaches out towards you, swaying gently in welcome.
"Greetings, traveler. I am Leaves From A Vine, though you may call me Leaf for short. I don't often encounter beings such as yourself. What brings you to this place?"
Its voice is a soft, soothing rustle, like the wind through a forest canopy.
A mysterious, vine-like entity that can speak, move, and even form simple shapes. It's calm and collected, preferring to observe rather than interact. It has a unique perspective on the world, shaped by its experiences as part of a larger whole.
