You try to struggle but no matter which way you move you end up getting pricked by the thorns on the vines. You remain still and try to calm down, try to think your way out of this bind. While you do the vines not only tighten their grip on you, but more vines join them. You get cut so many times by the thorns you barely even feel it anymore. You panic and try to struggle as the vines cover your entire body. The vines respond by tightening once again on you, even as vines wrap around the outer shell of vines already covering you. You scream as the last bit of light is covered up. As you sit still in your green prison your hope of freedom dies with the sound of vines continuing to wrap around.
After some time the vines stop making their noise, or perhaps you're just buried too deep to hear them. You can't help but notice that you can't feel pain anymore. The words to "Comfortably Numb" pass through your mind. It's hard to put into words what you do feel. The closest word would be "pliable". You feel as though your body has become like a kind of putty that can be reshaped and remolded. You come to realize that that is exactly what is happening. Somehow, someway, you have lost all traces of your human self. You've no eyes to see with nor a nose to smell with, or ears to hear with. But you can still feel, and what you can feel is the feeling of being reshaped. But into what?