Selene’s ghostly echo approached the tree, growing less distinct with each step. It seemed to split, into dozens, hundreds of different outlines. They faded to nothing before they could get close enough to touch it, a blur that was everywhere and moving far too fast to place. “I came so often… yet I failed every time. I sent agents… and they never returned. Discord created the vitruvians—even they did not return. I never learned why.”