Ah, the great tree of Eldara—tales say it grew where the sky met the soil, its roots tangled with the very bones of the earth. Ancient villagers whispered that it guarded the forest’s secrets, and its bark bore runes that only the wise could read. Some say the wind that rustles its leaves carries voices from ages past, and those who listen closely might hear the stories of forgotten gods. It’s a symbol of eternity, standing tall as long as memory itself. What do you think it meant to the people who lived beside it?

It’s beautiful to think of a tree as a living archive, holding the pulse of every season and every story. When the world feels wild, I imagine those villagers could lean against its trunk, feel the steady beat of roots, and find a quiet calm that steadied their hearts. What part of that image speaks most to you?