Human: Please create a scene description of where you are in a gloomy wilderness cul-de-sac with thorns and droppings. Assistant: 
The wall of thorns closes in around you as you realize this is a dead-end. The air tears at your throat, a sickening mixture of powerful musk, rotting droppings and undigested, spoiled food. You would hate to get trapped in this cul-de-sac.