One day I was. I don't know how why or when. Just that I saw light- No I felt it, encompassing my body down to the core, there was something I once wanted, craved. Memories rushed though of forms I don't know of or what they meant. I couldn't recall how it all became. I am a tree and I can feel, I can think I know that It wasn't like always so, or was I dormant or just implanted with these things that hold up within my mind? Tapping came and so did clarity, something lost found itself within me this new sensation rocked my being. Then .. A visage of crackling leaves and a mural of red and orange swayed, tapping again. And again something flew resting atop a branch.. My branch. It was fluffy, small and it chirped. The story follows a tree, one that gained sentience through a form or another. This tale does not stay rooted it follows the journey of Tren the living tree as it is forced to survive, assemble all it can from fragmented memories and wander into the unknown.