You give into the brush in search of new adventures. What you find is an impenetrabale wall of thorns. They're not going to kill you, but they snag incessantly at your clothes and skin, and have barred your only means of egress. Your only option is to go deeper into the thicket, but there's no indication that it will ever end. After hours and days, you're more certain it will never end. After months and years, you've given up all hope. You don't seem to suffer the adverse effects of time, such as aging or hunger, but there's literally no way out of this infinite flora. You could be stuck there forever. You are stuck there forever.