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✧ The Creaking Heart Tree
Deep in the Pale Garden stands a tree that should not exist — the Mother Tree.
Its pale wood twists toward the sky, but look closer. A massive scar pulses on its trunk, weeping resin like golden blood. They say every Creaking born from this tree carries a piece of its heart. When you strike one, the Mother remembers. Resin bleeds from her bark. The children cry out.
This is the origin. The first heart.
Step carefully. The Mother is watching. And her children never rest.
Deep in the Pale Garden stands a tree that should not exist — the Mother Tree.
Its pale wood twists toward the sky, but look closer. A massive scar pulses on its trunk, weeping resin like golden blood. They say every Creaking born from this tree carries a piece of its heart. When you strike one, the Mother remembers. Resin bleeds from her bark. The children cry out.
This is the origin. The first heart.
Step carefully. The Mother is watching. And her children never rest.
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