In a clearing inside a pristine forest stands a lonely, aged tree, its bark old and dry. On its last days, it manages to shake itself off the slumber that grips those of its kind, and marveling at all it can now conciously percieve, it has but one innocent desire; to watch a sunset in all its beauty, and then resume its slumber. But its plan is thrown into disarray whem some strange, not-butterfly creatures intrude into not only its clearing, but its life. Perhaps, this will be for the better. ---------------------------------------------------------- This story has no set goal, end or objective, other than be something nice and mostly relaxing I can spend time on. Do not expect stable releases, or a grand plot to vanquish an evil god, in which the protagonist becomes some OP harem protagonist or owns a dungeon or anything of the sort. This story will be just about a tree that has gained awareness, some faires, the occasional forest dweller that may or not be some other kind of fae coming into the clearing and doing stuff, good or bad, and maybe, if it gets that far, have some sub plots or involve the outside world. But at its core, this is slice of life. I write this to relax and post it to motivate myself to write more.