Human: Produce a detailed written description of a spooky scene outside a wilderness woods with a tangle of brambles. Assistant: 
The path beneath your feet is a dusty haze. It gets in the lungs, in the joints of your skin, in your eyes. It also seems to conceal every pointed stone in the kingdoms, judging by the soles of your feet. To proceed further southeast is impossible: a large tangle of brambles lies across the path in that direction. When the wind stirs the brambles rub together, producing a clacking noise that seems like small, mocking laughter.