@corruptedcodex
The land was vast. Green fields, just waiting to be taken over by humans. A big lake graced its features, the water crystal clear and shining brightly. Close to it grew a single tree. If it managed to stand there without humans cutting it down, it was sure to grow for hundreds of years into a big and mighty tree.
That tree was blessed to have a spirit being born with it from such a small state. It wasn’t uncommon for older trees to bring forth a spirit, as old and wise as the tree was. But this young tree had a spirit just as young. Nameless and new to the world, the spirit’s amber eyes took in the sun and the beautiful lake in front of them. They learned quickly they couldn’t move away from their tree, or they’d be pulled back to it. They didn’t really mind it too much. Just seeing was amazing to the young spirit.
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