Kafka was starting to relax a bit, feeling like he just hit a expensive car without any insurance, only for the owner of the vehicle to be understanding and let him go.
But just as he was feeling so grateful that his mother could clean up any of mistakes and thinking that it's nice to be a nepo baby—things took a turn for the worse.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, one of the goddesses screamed.
"Look! Look at the tree!"
He spun toward the towering giant that stretched high into the heavens. For a moment, he didn't see what she meant, the tree was enormous, its crown disappearing into the clouds.
But then, as his eyes adjusted, the sight struck him like lightning.
Up near the upper branches, the vibrant emerald leaves, so lush and alive moments ago—were changing.
Their color dulled from deep green to a faint yellow, then to an eerie brown.
The edges began to curl inward, crumbling like paper.
"What…" He breathed, taking a step forward.
The rot spread fast.
