"I reach out and touch the thick charcoal walls of this hollowed out tree."
"I feel nothing...."
"At first."
"And then a pulse. A burst of life. Despite its body of charcoal, this tree is as alive as any we'd find in our own worlds."
"Rapid, barely coherent visions burst through my mind, so alien I can barely make out a single image."
"But, with time and focus, I decipher a handful of impressions."
"Fire and heat, rain from the skies."
"Storms of ash, billow and cloud the sky, blotting out the sun."
"Energy mutates the land, the creatures, replacing our precious rays of sunlight..."
"Resistance, war, a battle to shake the heavens. Pride and bravery, sacrifice and sorrow. The beasts of the enemy, repelled...."
"Until the clouds and the smog both.... part."
"And a god descends from the sky."
"The sun eater. The scourge. The death of the land."
"Resistance fades. The great verdant continent reduced to ash and charcoal."
"Terraformed, to suit."
"Seeds of the great one bloom."
"And trees to feed it rise. Drawing strength eternally, from this planet's core."