"," Elara said with a sharp, leafy grin. "Nature has realized that if it doesn't give more than it takes, there will be nothing left to take from. Buy the spores with a single promise to plant them, and the second pouch is yours to give away."
The ancient oaks of the Elderwood didn’t grow from seeds; they grew from deals. At the edge of the forest sat a stall made of woven willow branches where a dryad named Elara presided over the "Great Balance."
Would you prefer a , like a high-tech future where nature is a luxury?