At some point, the glorious trees that surround us will be gone. They'll be a distant memory, not even belonging to those who are left to tell them. Like the emperors, heroes, and gods of ancient civilizations, the tree will become something of myth and story, passed down in hopes of bettering lives and avoiding replayed history.
But what will the myth of the tree be? Will it be a gentle bystander, standing as warning to a world gone wrong, a terrifying mythical beast of mammoth proportions or maybe a glorious explosion of spirituality and knowledge?
Memories of Trees
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