„Here it is.” His soft voice got carried along with the spring wind.

The night slowly engulfed Lunaria, giving it’s lands an enigmatic feel. The two Divines climbed up the hill, their paws embedded in the soft warm soil. Reaching their destination, Xibalba rose his gaze to the very top, following with his eyes the ancient branches of the old tree. The branches abruptly ended, seeming that a part of its core went missing.

„I can sense your thoughts as you watch the ripped branches. There is were I emerged from when Apollo came to me. There is the spot were I and the tree became one.”

Xibalba watched his father, lost in thoughts. How could one become one with the land, he thought for himself. „What do you mean when you say you became one with the tree?” asked Xibalba.

„I fell in a coma, and the branches entangled around me, giving me protection. My coma connected me to the land, feeling it’s heartbeat. I didn’t transform in a tr...