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Beings devoid of emotion.
Beings devoid of sight.
We take their beauty for granted.
Beings that have no beginning.
No true end.
Beings that know immortality...
They are. Empty. Yet, they exist.
They consume water to grow new life. To survive.
Consume our air to grow. To survive.
We consume them...
Their offspring, scattered in the wind
taking their place.
And the children's children, just as their parents, are scattered in the Wind of Tradition.
They stand tall amongst eachother, and falter to no other natural, earthly force.
Only flame can consume them. Even then, they regenerate after time.
Tree...Embodiment of the Void.
Embodiment of Air.
Embodiment of Water.
Embodiment of Earth.
Embodiment of Life. Time.