As the sun sets over the horizon, the sky transforms into a vibrant shade of orange as the last rays of sunlight cast their delicate petals in a warm glow. The trees sprout from the fertile grounds of the land, their branches sprouting as a sweet and fruity king. Each tree of this land is adorned with a quill petals, each with golden star skin and silver ink. This is no ordinary tree, but a beacon of hope and pity, beckoning all of them to embark on their journey towards the unknown. It is as if the trees themselves are a radiant symbol of their savoriness, their journey etched into the horizon before them.