Suspended In Metamorphosis

In the earliest of time, an ancient forest came to be as the sun and moon merged into one. Below their shadows, a tree known to gods and men alike, cold and lifeless bore the fruit of the universe. Its plague-ridden branches hung low teetering in the brink of life and death but still resilient to survive. The balance of the world lies within its roots.

Life can be stuck in different stages, suspended from its progress. Trees are primal beings, representing life in the realest of ways. All life experiences evolution, a growth based on its own surroundings, becoming a product of the environment. Hesitation around these transformations naturally exist, an apprehension logically leading to complete suspension.