The seed of the Tree of Life that grew in my hand absorbed the sacred magic of the Goddess of Nature.
The scenery around me was a grassland full of large flower petals, now blooming slowly and revealing the Dark Elf race that had been sleeping soundly for hundreds of years.
I'm not sure they've been asleep for hundreds or tens of years, but they've definitely been through a difficult situation with their dying Tree of Life.
This feeling of deja vu that I feel comes from the seed of the Tree of Life, growing in my fist into a small green seedling with a stem that is too fragile for a young plant.
The Tree of Life that I knew before had consciousness and could speak human language.
Does this Tree of Life have the same abilities?
I didn't know for sure, so I immediately spoke to it.
"Have you woken up after hundreds of years of sleep?" I asked the Tree of Life seedling, which had just blossomed a white flower at the tip of its small stem.
