You sense every aspect of the flora around you as though it were an extension of yourself. You feel the wind rustle each leaf of every tree and hear every word spoken throughout the forest. Kneeling in the dirt, you tend to a small sapling, forming it with delicate hands. You will decide what it will become. It will also be among the last. The Deepwood is coming and your Grove will not survive it. When your home dies, you will become 'landless' and with it lose your true purpose.