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Go Back to the Forest

Deep within the oldest forest lies a heart,
A light predating even the sun's embrace.

Those who sprouted from the earth to touch it,
They were the people of the Age of Trees.
As the age waned, they returned to the heart and took root,
Becoming the first trees.

Thus, the remnants of the Age of Trees,
Their distant descendants,
Do not discover the Heart of the Forest,
Lest your nature reverts to its origin.