It started innocently enough, a simple drawing of a tree. But as the artist's hand moved across the page, the branches began to twist and turn in ways that defied logic and sanity.
Now we have a problem. Our roots are tangled beyond recognition, a mess of thorns and twigs that seem to have a life of their own.
It turns out, the artist was not just a normal artist. They were a master of the ancient and obscure art of Branching Sorcery.
They could make the branches do his bidding, bend and twist in ways that would put the laws of physics to shame.
But at what cost?
The artist's creation had become a sentient being, a living, breathing entity with a mind of its own.
It was no longer just a drawing, but a force to be reckoned with.