First the weird caves, and now these trees - Archon pondered: did the trees show up in all the exact spots the caves had been? Was there something significant about these places, on the earth? Homes of the fae, deep within the ground? Or something more sinister? But what could be so sinister about these trees?

They seemed so delicious, and there were beautiful, pink petals floating in the air - nevermind that they shouldn’t even be in bloom right now - like nature’s confetti - just lingering in the air, awaiting for him, but why? He didn’t know, and Archon was too distracted to care.

He finds himself with another, soon enough. His eyes wash over them and he wags his tail. They feel like home.

good morning, he tells them, tilting his head. enjoying the view?