Ideals

Micheal started dozing off as he looked out in the open. He thought about his old life, the villages, the experiences, the horrors. As he thought about it, a blacken tree twisted itself from the void, it was only after it grew a bit that Micheal noticed it. "I think I made a tree on accident." He looked at the dead tree, it looked twisted and diseased, with fungi growing up the trunk and rotting sap dripping from it. "I made a very ugly tree, my bad. If it messes up your tree Isaac." He gave a apologetic smile.
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