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The tree was dying. In fact it had been slowly dying for years. The Spirit felt it as he felt everything concerning the tree. Long ago, the Spirit had bonded with the tree-became one with the tree. Back then, the tree was lithe and supple and he journeyed far across the land. Three hundred winters ago, he found this place and set his roots deep into the soil. After that he moved no more unless it were reaching out to the flora and fauna around him. He gained a knowledge and a wisdom earned through the many seasons. If the tree died before he could pass it on, he and that knowledge would die with the tree. He called out through his roots, through the earth hoping that one that was like him centuries ago would come forth-one to whom he could pass on his spirit and knowledge so that a part of him would live on. As he waited, the tree that for so long had been his home now felt like a prison from which he desperately needed escape. He knew he would not survive the winter. Then in the waning days of summer, a young one appeared at last and he began the joining of their spirits.
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Thx to mjranum stock for the Model Image.

Thx to pink stock for the Tree leaves.

Thx to rinymph stock for the Forest Image.