Trees are like love, the strongest ones are those that went through the most. It usually never start strong, it could be cultivated by a professional scammer who kept dying and a god who can't stop living. The god who never cared about mortals came to protect one. The man who saw bonds as currency made one that's worth more than life itself. The god, despite having a clear path to escape, found himself back at the blazing desert yearning for the mortal that roots deep within him a tree that can never fall, one that stood tall through the death of spring and the winter storm, one that not even time can kill.
The man who tried desperately to survive decided to lay his life down for his sunshine to win, begging to die a third time - the last. The all knowing god suddenly speechless facing the man he spent his lives to protect. surrounded by cactuses and the voices of the dead, they spent their last time fighting each other, each punch was a thousand sorry. carrying out the will of the dead, the god won the worst loss of his lives. He stared at the horizon beyond the cliff, bidding his farewell to his feelings and to this world as a whole. He walked towards the sky, spreading his wings yet he did not fly. Only then, the tree stopped existing
"Iâm technically free of his bonds, but I feel like Iâve got this moral obligation now. I donât understandâ I canât let him die. I justâ I donât want to see him go"
And so, even the most unlikely people can grow the only tree in the middle of a desert.