Introduction: I am a tree, blown by the wind for five hundred years, and beaten by the rain for five hundred years. I am a tree, blown by the wind for five thousand years, and beaten by the rain for five thousand years. I am a tree, blown by the wind for five thousand years. The wind blows, and the rain hits for fifty thousand years. I am...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah? No, I've lived for so long, why haven't I become a spirit yet? The thousand-year-old tree was stolen, leaving a big hole! You! Say! What!!!! I am a tree, leaving a hole after I leave. This is a journey to find the world.