There once was a tree that stood very tall on a tiny island.
It was a very important tree because it was so tall, it's roots
so deep. Nothing dared grow near it, for lack of sunilght and fear
of it's lofty boughs. The tree never bothered to look down towards
the ground, it got it's sustenance from the rich soil but thought
little of it, except to use it for it's own purposes. The tiny
ferns at it's roots were silent, afraid to disturb the great tree.
One day, a very tiny bug came to live in the tree. It made it's
tiny home deep in the tree's heart. Years went by, and the tree
kept growing and widening it's power over the glade. It knew not of
it's tiny inhabitant, nor cared for such small things. It mocked
the miniscule ferns beneath it and the saplings that grew outside of
it's
shade. "You will never be as big as me, you will never exert as much
influence!"
The saplings did not deny their smallness. They simply grew. And the bug
never thought it was big enough to crush the tree, but it simply chewed
away day by day...it did not grow tired, but grew steady.
You can see that tree today, if you go to Ulangi. It's roots hang high
in the air, far away from soil...from it's life. There is a gaping
hole where it's roots used to run deep, a shrine to the steady work of
that little bug and a mockery to the tree's arrogance. And if you
look more closely, you will see that those weak little saplings are
growing into tall trees, sharing the glade with one another,
building a great forest...And we can see that tree today too, as we
watch these poor misguided souls think they are so powerful when
really, they are rotting from the inside. Your day comes, soon, dears.
And I pity you all. Your reign is not forever. You are that tree.
Listen and learn.
I stand by my dear dear Druids and dear Mother Gaia.
.::an insignificant wildflower with an axe::.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 284 AF.