The ship is reasonably whole, but badly damaged enough that it won't fly again without some serious work. Its name -- scuffed, scratched, and obscured, but still legible if you squint past the things obscuring it -- is THE NIGHT LORD.

The vines are a riot of colours, with a variety of species, many with colourful blooms. Oddly, you can see wire threaded through their stems and leaves, and a metallic sheen to parts of the leaves and flowers -- they're partly artificial.

There is a web underneath them, of what appears to be a latticed web of . . . flesh . . .? that anchors the ship down just as firmly as the vines do. It's kind of gross.