The Message Tree squats like a heavy-weight lifter. In its wide, scabby trunk is a hollow, where the inhabitants of the Forest drop their letters. Replies grow like fruit.
Posting your third unanswered message, you sigh. You’ve been waiting days and walking through the clearing every few hours, just to check.
You know he cares, but maybe not enough. Giving into the weight in your gut, you sink down.
Maybe something’s happened! No. He’s just too busy running his Kingdom.
Life carries on outside the Forest. Still, you wait; for him to care enough or for you to care less.