Realm-of-Mythodreas

The old Dryad/Willow stood as she had for centuries, eons, lifetimes, as no one was ever sure how long she had really been there. Indeed for as long as any remember...maybe forever. She shrugged her limbs gently as if letting go a long held breath, though it sounded more like a sigh in the whispering of the wind through the leaves, and as she settled back to stillness a face formed, appearing as if it had always been there in her trunk, her eyes opened and one would swear she was smiling as she began to speak.... Imagine... a time so far and away that it is sometimes hard to believe it could have existed, where not even the essence of man da