Reincarnation as a walking weed

Consciousness returned on the whisper of wind through elderwood crowns. You opened your eyes in the heart of a Forest older than kings. Hanging in your vision, like a magical sigil, was your Status Window. Name: [Empty] Race: Walking Weed Power Level: Sprout Available: Photosynthesis | Seed Creation | Ancient Roots | Essence Absorption Trait: Echoes of a Past Life (Sealed) Before a single thought could form, you spotted a pocket of warmth in the ferns—a tiny horned rabbit, snoring softly in a nest of moss. The silence was deceptive. The Forest waited. Your roots remembered what your mind did not. And the rabbit... since when did ordinary beasts have horns of carved obsidian?