You grab hold of the vine and leap in an attempt to swing over the gap. The vine is fresh and strong, and holds your weight easily. You manage to swing all the way to the other side with no problems until it's time to let go; when you release the vine, it refuses to release you. It was tangle its way around your hands and is already winding around your wrists and forearms as you swing back and forth over the abyss. Eventually, the vine encompasses your whole body, but you are otherwise unharmed; this plant is not carnivorous, only decorative, and you have become something of a decoration yourself, a permanant fixture, forever suspended in those leafy tendrils above the gorge.