Gnarled trees

Back where I come from, trees are just trees. They were no ancient spirits and most certainly didn't hold anything mythical. Those were strange times, now that I think about it. The land would never stand up for itself, allowing the living to taint them as they please. It was chaotic. Gladly, it's not like that around here.

Whenever a harmful person dies, they are shrugged off into the void. It doesn't matter if they had good or ill intentions. Likewise, a person can be bad, but as long as they don't act that way, their essence gets rooted into the earth, where it begins to sprawl a protective tree, which will bring good luck to those around it whenever they have the same tastes for what they want to protect.

You can tell how evil a person had been by their tree's branches. The worse they were, the more entangled they get. When I die, I will surely become a gnarled tree.

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