As Hayim approached the merger between tree and man he looked down to him with a face that was hard to read, his branches rustling as they brushed through the tangled canopy.

"Ah, Hayim. It is good you return. Before you attempt to restore us you must speak with Udrassa, our wise woman and now the great tree. We speak through these trees and our opinions are divided."

Just as the tree being spoke it seemed Hayim's presence had not gone without notice. Even through the thick of the canopy it was impossible to ignore the motion of the great tree as it leaned ever so slightly, it's motion covering many miles just by this subtle movement alone. The trees who's branches formed the canopy above Hayim's little form bent away forming a circle in their mesh which opened the sky up to him only to reveal the truly massive face of an older woman formed in the wood. The face was so large that it could encompass a mountain.

"Hello, Hayim." The great tree Udrassa greeted him. Though her voice was powerful, carrying far thanks to her sheer size, she sounded calm and pleasant, wizened with age. Her large wooden face held a faint smile largely so as to try not to frighten the little god.

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"I am Udrassa, once the wise woman of this tribe. I am now, as you can see, merged with this great tree." From high above a long, thin branch from the top of the great tree was lowered, it's tip laid just shortly before him.

"Though I would love to speak with a divine one such as yourself I am afraid there is little time. Having absorbed as much essence from that pillar of light as I have I can distantly hear the chiming. It may effect me worse but I worry you may be experiencing it far greater than I. I humbly ask you to allow us to explain ourselves, however long you may have to hear us out."

Just as she mentioned it another chime rang. Another sound born not in the air but in the mind, echoing throughout the entire world in the minds of every being in possession of a Divine Cord. Just like before this chime brought another wave of exhaustion, intensifying the feeling born of the last chime by the quantitative power of their sum. There was little to halt the fact that in only a few more chimes the urge to rest would overwhelm all will to remain awake.

Such as it was for him, such as it was for everyone.

The palace beckoned.
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