tree of knowledge

ask your question. the tree will answer.

the tree of knowledge is older than the oldest ruins in omnee world, older than the names people gave the land, older than the first maps scratched by hand. its bark carries the color of extinguished fire, its roots disappear into a depth no one has reached, and its leaves move with a patience that feels almost watchful. people do not come to it for comfort. they come because something in them has already started turning, and the tree has a way of meeting that movement with silence, with pressure, with the shape of an answer before the answer arrives.