Human: Please generate a foreboding wilderness scene with a branch and thorns. Assistant: 
Below this limb, a dense thicket of thorns squats, spear-like points glimmering a sullen green. Bark shifts and crackles uneasily as the entire limb dips and groans under your weight. The branch leads to a gnarled tree in one direction and further out into thin, uncaring air in the other.