The mother tree fell through the earth. Down and down, banished to the deep beneath. The abyss where her earth had once nursed all of life was cold and ringed by her grieving children.

They curled their roots through earth and stone, abyss becoming cradle. The trees wept through the ages until cradle became well became lake.

Known as The Tears to the creatures of Edenwood, these ancient waters are fae and fickle. Impish and sad. Restless… and dreaming of all lost things.

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