"Yes," the tree artisan bowed reverently before the painting.
"What's become of it now?"
"It withered away, three hundred years ago. The Northern Second District was once the capital of Jade Skirt, and the World Tree was here too."
"The withered World Tree gradually decayed; it was no longer the gospel for improving the planet's environment, but became a carrier and source of toxins. Thus, the fallen World Tree was cut down and transported to the central stars to be incinerated. This place is merely where its remnants once lay."
"If we cannot change the environment of this planet, there will never be another World Tree growing."
"We pray and strive to change this situation, but the course of events is far more complex and arduous than we had imagined."
