The Silver Forest Beckons
The edges of Silver City stretched out in a stillness — unblemished, unruffled by time. The sun rose and sent gentle golden rays across a sea of endless green. Hills rolled softly into the distance, and ancient trees stretched their twisted arms toward the sky. Here, nature reigned supreme.
Among this ocean of green were two giant trees — unlike the others.
Huge and old, their trunks were fat and twisted like old lovers holding on to each other across the centuries. Their bark was etched with deep grooves of time, but something in them glowed with pent-up power. Unlike the others, whose branches swayed freely in the wind, these two stood grave… watching, waiting.
No birds had sat upon them. No vines had ventured up their bark. And the wind? It whistled unheard, as if respecting their hallowed quietness.
Then — a change.
