A seed, like an egg, alive yet silent until tended to. It glows with a light like a blessing, like the cry of infinite babes or the sound of infinite endings. It is yours, to hold and to plant, and to grow according to your whim. Let it be vast, let it be small, let it be [[wild->Growing tall]] or [[contained->Growing Wide]] or [[strange->Growing deep]], but let it grow into something more, as it is meant to.You shower its leaves as it blooms, letting the water flow like rain, like the belief of a crowd into a single point. it blossoms, growing fast, until its branches become mighty and wide, and grow like limbs, reaching for an infinite sky. In many branches you see other seeds, [[buds growing bit by bit,->Infinite Worlds]] but perhaps it is best that [[only some be true->Many Realms]].You find for it the deepest soil, full of life and death and everything a seedling needs to grow. It drinks deep of rich earth, its roots burrowing below like worms, a reflection of a thing alive in another, and when it buds, it grows small, like a bush, a sphere of irridescent leaves blossoming from midnight-dark soil.
Do you [[listen to the bush?->The Burning Bush]]
Or do you [[teach it to grow taller->Holy Tree]]?With a strong foundation and little light to bloom upwards, the seedling grows thick and wide, expanding to cover more ground, to hold more within itself and store it, protect it. Infinite sky and deep, dark waters flow within bark harder than steel, shining like a midnight moon out into a barren landscape that it has drawn from.
Do you convince it to [[release some of what it holds close, and grow->The world without]]?
Or do you watch it develop, and [[see what it might envelop->The world within]]?You have pruned and trimed and taken such care. The seeds have withered on severed branches, but the life within them returned to what remained. Your worlds are safe now, grown into canopies within canopies, myriad realms under your watchful eye. There are fewer, and none quite so mighty as before, but they are beautiful and strong and vast, and far more safe than an infinite seedbed.Now a World-Tree, and not a seedling, the plant has grown healthy and true, its branches full to bursting with new life. On each, a seed full of the sounds of life and laughter and growth can be found, an infinite rainbow of worlds bowing branches under their weight. From one have come an infinite many under your watchful eye, even as worlds grow beyond and without you.As it draws deep, it builds an enlightenment beyond anything you've known. it does grow, but its canopy remains perfect and infinite, and in each leaf is a secret or a truth, dredged up from roots deep beneath the earth. It knows all and shows all and from its branches come perfect myriads of madness and wisdom, and it shall stand forever, keeping people wise and safe in a world without trees.You listen to its secrets and they lead you deep, deeper than you ever thought possible. It never ends. Its irridescence grows and grows until it is a light, until it is brighter than any flame you've ever looked into, until, hugging the ground, a sun whispers to you of divine truth and strange mysteries all around in a world you no longer understand.An eternity within a moment. A world growing forever, protected by a trunk wider than eternity. Within a single pillar, all of reality grows, the barren waste outside the trunk of the World Tree reborn within a single whole, protected and ever-frozen, a moment of infinite time and space kept safe by a barrier of divine intent.You pushed for it to release its consumption, to let out the infinite worlds of life and change and time and space back to the desert where they came from, but they have still changed. Protected and condensed, then exhaled like a breath from God, the desert is now a jungle, it's infinite complexity ever-growing. Many trees dot the jungle now, the wetlands and the forests, but all bend in supplication to the first tree, the seedling, the Egg of the world.