As the blood soaked into his chest he knelled down onto the earthy forest floor. His veins, blue and spindly, protruded and took shape raising from his body in a rootlike manner. The earth was not swallowing him whole, he was becoming one with it. Small sprigs of green and branches started to sprout with the wooden root veins.

His hand stayed human like, his arm still shaped like that of a person but the texture changed. Wood like wrapped over flesh in an unyielding prison, or was it salvation? One would never know the true meaning of this miracle curse. The sorry changed as time did and spread to different regions. He was cursed by the planet for him crimes. The earth knew he was going to die and embraced him into their loving arms, letting him live on as a miracle tree.

That human like tree stands today alive in the way plants live, but not like that of an animal.