The Rot
Every ending feeds the soil. The Necrotree drinks from what the world discards and returns it as light.
Grove of decay & rebirth
The Necrotree grows where nothing should. Its branches hum with the light of everything that fell before. Step into the grove and let the rot make you new.

Every ending feeds the soil. The Necrotree drinks from what the world discards and returns it as light.
Spores drift green through black air. Follow them far enough and the canopy opens above you.
Beneath the grove runs a network older than memory — a slow, patient intelligence made of thread and hunger.
Bring something dead. A name, a habit, a season.
Press it into the loam at the base of the trunk.
The bark will tell you when the glow has taken.
Word travels slowly through mycelium. Leave your mark and the grove will find you when the season turns.