In a world broken and crippled, all has died losing its will to live, in a world so cold. With few good souls most corupt with power, greed, and lust. A world filled with cold hearted murderers. Chopping down and destroying all living things it can get its hands on. It has died only leaving behind a single tree. Killing everything is how this happened they all killed till they had killed themselves and only the tree escaped. Stuck in an empty world the tree will die soon as well but it will die alone. Until it dies it will be trapped in a ruined world with hate carved into the land and few marks of good. That tree will suffer in that greed filled air until it dies and with the last tree dead nothing will be left in that barren land of greed, power, and lust, nothing at all except that scarred land itself
