Now imagine that thing goes neglected—the inhabitants tortured, years flee leaving a corrupted reputation.

Leaving joy to slowly succumb to the inevitable rot left by those supposed to tend it.

I, in contrast, lost everything I enjoyed.

#VoicesoftheTreeline

Me: I seek vengeance for my home—Twisted Treeline— burnt to ash through riots neglect.

Everybody: What's Twisted Treeline.

Me:

The happy trees burnt to ash—the canvas now fuel my memories eternal vengeance.

#Revivethetreeline #voicesofthetreeline

Oozing with sap—the heartwood feels the warmth of such sediment down to the roots. 🌲

This bark saps with truth. Keep spreading the seeds and help me save my once flourished grove. #RevivetheTreeline

They left the grove to rot, and in its place—a void. One they’ve tried to fill with soulless modes, chasing what once was. Now even Quickplay joins the mantle of Treeline’s hollow imitators.🌲

Not a hot take… just a root memory trying to surface. Arena is fleeting bark—flashy, hollow. But Dominion… the Treeline… those had soul. Riot buries what takes root, then wonders why the forest doesn’t grow. 🌲

They looked upon the grove—not with the eyes of care, but of convenience. ‘Too large,’ they said. ‘Too much work,’ they claimed. Yet roots once planted still wait for the water of intention. You chose new soil... but the old still remembers.