Through the trees you’ll find it. Nestled in the thicket, far removed from the industry of modern life, Cedden slumbers in the overgrowth. A city built in tandem with the natural order of the forest rather than against it, the city stretches out like vines along the wide-trunked conifers and leafy canopies. The people of Cedden thrived on the bounty of the earth; their steps careful, their hands gentle. They made sure to keep their impact as soft as possible, in deference to the Lady of the Trees, Domina Terrae, and all she provided for them. They considered themselves merely guests on the boundless stretch of garden that they called home. As the years went on, the earth began to slowly reclaim everything Cedden had so carefully built. Even when you try your best to work in congruence with nature, there will come a reckoning. Nature is wild, and hides within its peace a silent chaos. The branches close around them, the leaves suffocate the light from their eyes. The earth devours them, bringing them back to the twisted harmony of the wilderness. Some lament the tranquil destruction of Cedden, and all the things they’d built there. But the wise no to ask, “was it ever really their’s?”