Years of hushed stories of the shaded woods, a tree spirit lingers in its roots. A story you heard many times, but never saw with your own eyes.

One curious evening, you wandered off, to see the living tree you believed existed with a full heart…

You went further down the path, and sidestepped through the plantations, as if something was pulling you toward a certain place.

Soon enough, there he is, a spirit that is a tree, his face striking, his arms branches. He is covered with green leaves, his emerald eyes turn to you, his oak “skin” thriving in the sun, and his body rooted to the ground.

An almost tender smile appeared on his face. “𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭?” His voice was melodic and almost enchanting to the surroundings.