Imagine a world with sentient trees.
Imagine moving into a house and having to remove a tree that could fall over in a storm and walking up to it and saying “you can’t stay here you need to leave.”
And the tree has been in the garden longer than you’ve been alive but if it falls it’ll crush your house. “I don’t want to do this,” you say as you pull out an axe. “You have to go.”
Maybe you argue, maybe you fight and maybe the tree is so old and wise that it knows why you’re doing this and just leaves. Begins wandering through the streets in search of a new home.
Imagine looking at the hollow ground left behind. Imagine looking into that now bare earth and seeing white bones grinning up at you. Imagine if the trees were sentient and if they won they’d use your bones to grow stronger. Imagine not know what secrets the trees are hiding.
