Saint of Vines

My planet is a garden: every living thing was grown for a purpose. But this city feels dead, and I don't know who I want to be.

Three genders, two majors, one impossible saint.

Play here or at yarntheory.net .

Thanks to R0b0t5Are5uper10r for playtesting. Images from shooz (CC BY-SA 2.0) and Bart Lumber.