Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

deer. ladies. knights. the taggerung painted a rosy picture of such malicious desires. "no one is only a man. we are also the spirit within ourselves."
they had come to the deadened tree. around it spread bleakweald, encircling the dead thing. its bark was rife with fungus and cracked from long years, and spiders climbed beneath and around the cracking of its branches.
"our lusts set us apart from becoming something like this."