The forests restored
With every tree that you destroy our magic is weakened. This land was full of trees once. I remember a man called Ceasar marvelling at our forests. We danced among them and player our eternal music. You loved us once. And now… can’t you feel the air changing as you breathe it? This must be hurting you as much as it’s hurting us. I miss the creatures of the wood. Bring it back – or we will return.