He stood staring at the tree as the mist parted like a shimmering veil to reveal its true splendor. It was overwhelming, a thing of unimaginable beauty, glowing with the light of creation. A sense of well-being he had never known overcame him, a peace and joy he could not conceive in his material world. Its massive boughs reached into the sky and spread a leafy canvas across the heavens. He felt a power stirring in the air, sustaining every aspect of the shimmering realm. The Sylvan Horn