The forest was sick. It was oozing disease and decay. The trees were rotting, the grass was browning, the river was drying up; the forest was dying. There weren’t any physicians that specialized in foliage, in the Earth itself, so the people of Mornesse had to watch as their livelihood died. All trees but the Goddess’ Tree, colossal and immortal, were withering and oozing sickness. The Goddess’ Tree was the tallest point for miles, stretching up so far that the very tips of its branches disappeared into a thin layer of wispy, white clouds.