A great humble monster lurks in the night.
A monstrous creature living without fright.
Individual but without a face.
Never to speak nor to stay from its place.
Waiting for a time when it can be free.
This is the life of the thing we call 'tree'.

- Olath Shynique, Forest Serpent

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 288 AF.