Lexaeus—223
The earth spoke to him. It said things he did not believe others could hear. On each new world it would greet him. Sometimes on worlds such as the last (moose riding mammoths! How peculiar) it very nearly rejoiced at his every breath. The earth sang at his steps and when he took the time to speak back it absolutely hummed with pleasure.
But then there were the other worlds. The ones overrun with technology and greed. Where metal cities grew from the ground to the dirty sky. In these places the earth always sang differently and every time he stepped through the portal he winced at the earth's screams. These places were always full of pain and anger. He did not like going to these worlds. The earth would beg him to help, fix, and punish and when he would say that could do nothing the earth would weep and call him traitor, the disgraced son. He thought it useless to inform the earth that he did not crawl from the ground thank-you-very-much, and was therefore not a tree or a massive boulder and more importantly, not it's son.
So he let the earth wail at him and suffered the splitting headaches and ringing ears and thought of the World That Never Was where the earth was silent and empty like himself.