You trudge the dunes of Sonaria, the raging sun beats down upon you. The starvation setting in, a "bush" in strange purple shades seems nothing but a savior. As you pull a chunk to your mouth, a beast of gold lands before you, ripping the "plant" from its tendril "roots" and its disturbed "berry" from your hand with a deafening roar. It is not consuming, only staring to you and your "meal" in utter disdain.