Since before I could remember, I've been having these dreams. Dreams where I was a different person in a different world. The world was about magic, and magic was power, and I was the most powerful magician.
I thought it was just dreams from a powerful imagination, until the day when I accidentally cast magic in the real world. That was the day when the first stone was cast.
What was magic? What were these dreams? What is real? And what did I set into motion?
An old man who woke up after death as a tree, a tree connected across multiple worlds and times.
This is a story which meanders through time and worlds, as it helps various people and creatures find hope for a better future.