A secluded lake, veiled in thick forest like a secret whispered by the land itself. At its heart stands a solitary tree—tall, proud, ancient—its roots kissing the water, its branches cradling the sky. at night, some cats swear the tree is bathed in moonlight no matter the moon's phase.
Shallow paths, like nature's bridges, lead barely paw-deep toward the tree, weaving from every shore to the tree’s base. this place is typically reserved for when leaders need to talk in peace.
Shallow paths, like nature's bridges, lead barely paw-deep toward the tree, weaving from every shore to the tree’s base. this place is typically reserved for when leaders need to talk in peace.