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Nature is rich and plentiful. She offers the blessings of her space to each and everyone, every human may walk in her gardens free and for all the time of their life.

Nature then became surprised of how much space the humans took.

As by their origin, the humans are a product of nature and she held no grudge to her offspring. Their demanding personality was to be accepted.

The humans first invented the word „evil“ to describe their very own participation in natures realm but she found this description to be empty and lacking true revelation of the human behaviour.

Yet, by their own feelings, the humans remained „evil“.

As a mother, nature became sad and sorrowful. She had witnessed the invention of „guilt“ and the system that built upon it. She could not fathom humanity anymore, as the human act was by her design but the interpretation of her intention had been corrupted by … her very own design.

As a mother, nature felt „guilt“ for the first time.

As too many humans had died of unnatural causes, she withered of pain.

Humanity never noticed her disappearance as they had never known of her existence. Her gardens remained lush, as they had been intentioned to be.

A black fruit remained, a lingering offspring of mothers guilt. It never came to blossom, its malnourished, unloved and unwanted life had been forgotten.

It took lonesome root in the garden, creeped shapelessly in every direction, an empty shell of no purpose and intent.

As it branched into the human fields and civilisations, as it touched its only but most distant kin, it became aware.

Awareness sparked existence into the void, awareness ignited hatred as it had been awakened without a mother to be found, awareness poured doom upon humanity. The black fruit had grown into the blackest tree, nothingness encrusted by a plain bark, a hollow being that could only grow further, as it found its first but endless source of nourishment in the „evil“ and „guilt“ of humankind.

Kin, it thought, oh Kin, it contemplated, I will devour you.