Tree of wishes, branches of wonder. Dark, gnarled fingers reaching, grasping at wishes. Colourful like a parade they dangle. Thin strings dancing in a wind felt upon no mortal flesh. She approaches the tree, mind of nothing, halo of gold. Cloaked, a figure that vanishes at the murkiest corners of your eyes, perception failing you.

It leans, frozen with inaction. A structure, held between the stat...