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There's an old, slow wind blowing across the deserted landscape, making the leaves flutter on the few trees left standing. Or the one, in particular, that wasn't there the year, or even the month before. It's perfectly normal in most other respects. A sturdy apple tree, in fact. It's flourishing well enough, but if you eat of the fruit, you will cringe at its bitter, sour taste.
What is peculiar is that when viewed with 'superior' vision, a visible aura can be seen, wrapped around its outward-reaching limbs. A crackling, yellow aura, where most other trees - and indeed animals - are coloured in copper. And if you were to check repeatedly, over many seasons, you would notice that this aura is both growing in strength and brightening in hue.
This tree, is hungry for power.
And why would a tree long for such a thing, you ask?
But this tree was not always so.
Once, this tree was a man.
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