Yeah, it's fine, it's so peaceful here, and those blades of grass somehow under your clothes can't be a problem, that's part of the nice meadow experience, right?

Before you know it, the grass weaves itself around your legs to strap them down. Some of it pierces your flesh, as the bit creeping up your shoulder has done, working its way deep within. The ground around you is soaked with blood, and the flowers - they are much larger than they were before.

But do you even notice the problem before it's too late? You need to spend 1 Perseverance to get out, but you don't have any...