From the persistent mists sprouts stark, barren branches of what once was a great, elegant, and incomprehensibly massive tree. This sorrowfully ominous landmark was, at some point, burned from the inside out; black scorch marks twine through its many layers of roots and trunks while soot permanently stains the bark deep grey. But there is something spiritual about this slaughtered mother tree; she is a gentle presence amid a dangerous and broken land. And, somehow, all who pass through her shadow know her name: Uwaritace.