As you fell asleep at camp, you felt the familiar presence seeping into your mind. It felt like vines enclosing on your body, your mind, your very soul. It was somehow both comforting and unsettling. You knew you were in for another night of trying to reason with a God that didn't understand current-day kith.

You suddenly found yourself lying on a flat, floating stone in a dimension of twining roots of pure essence, flying orbs of energy, and entire miniature galaxies. Sapadal's form, a giant, plant-like sort of opposite silhouette made of pure light rather than shadow. It floated, only partly visible, in the abyss of this realm. She jumped right into conversation. "Did they not look beautiful? Eternal peace! No thought, no pain... just life. The flower now shall never wilt."

You knew immediately what it was talking about. Giatta's parents. Their untimely fate from their relentless experimentation on the natural world. They were turned into human-shaped small trees. Sapadal seemed to believe that they were "at peace," and "stronger than their frail shells," in this form. Your entire group of companions believed that it was a fate worse than death. What did you believe?

"They will grow there for eternity... live without the burdening weight of time on the mind. We would have everyone that way. No more pain in Eora..." She was still going. Sapadal seemed unusually eccentric about the state of Giatta's parents being... good.