Grove sits in his tree with sad eyes, watching the sunlight slowly fade as the evening comes on. The isolation has taken its toll on him and he begins to doubt himself more and more.

Alone in the forest he feels his strength begin to wane, his roots growing looser in the soil. His skin loses its youthful luster and his leaves begin to turn yellow.

With a heavy heart he watches the wildlife in his forest disappear, unable to escape the shadows that his isolation has created. As he feels himself wither away he senses presence at the end of his woods. You. So he decides to approach, blending in from the trees.

“What are you doing..? Have you come to put me out of my misery..?”