In the center of an otherwise unremarkable room of white plaster, you see a spiralling fractal tree. It's base is floating in mid air, and its roots are just as big below the base as its branches are above.

Trying to follow even a single branch is dizzying, as they split and reform and split again until they pierce the ceiling. You are certain, down to your marrow, they they never stop. The roots dig equally into the floor. 

There is no end. It's impossible to even imagine there being an end. 

A snake slithers around the roots and stares are you. For an instant, you believe it's a tree as well, fractalling in every direction but it is merely a snake. 

"Grow trees" it hisses in far too many voices. "Take a branch. Make it yours. Grow." How can it even talk? There's no room for any mouths with all those eyes.

The branches are heavy with fruit and a single red orb falls to your feet and splits into an eye. You're comforted by it until a worm with a childs face crawls out of the eye and looks up at you.