The sentient form of a treant exists before you. The smallest of its movements produce audible sounds of brittle wood splitting. The creature is largely composed from dried flotsam and rotted wood that once served as all manner of origin. Majestic oak, wispy cedar, and even the aged branches of a weeping willow. Seaweed, vines, and dirt are somehow all that appear to hold these pieces together, shaping its form to exist as something of a humanoid.