In a field of willows and oaks, you stumble across one that is unlike the rest. This tree glowed, its bark sprinkled with lights. The wood seemed ancient, but you were uncertain as to how old.
It radiated heat and authority, as if it was a king, ruling over its kingdom.
As your flesh began to simmer, you never even realized until you and the tree became one.
As Yggdrasil swayed on in the winds.