Millions of years later…
Upon the surface of Sitali Beutal,
a tree was born.
How it came to be....no one knows.
Not even the oldest dark hold that secret.
Its roots were connected deep
to the very core-point of the planet.
From that sacred point,
a single drop emerged.
It traveled upward
through the roots,
through the veins of the tree,
until it reached the tip of its leaves.
And then…
it fell.
Like blood
slipping through veins
to become a solitary drop of fate.
It didn't fall as if bound by time
but as if time itself bowed before it.
In that moment,
bathed in silence,
glowing in its descent like a hymn of beauty
Destiny itself was born.
And his name…
was Mithimush.