You were a shrub. The only thing you were more deeply connected to was your own ego, though I do understand that it is as vast as the world itself.

You live on an isle that is literally the product of ruining Nature and choking out every essence of life.

You do not speak for Nature. If you had any care for it, you would not live amidst the ruinous fog that makes every word you speak a hypocrisy.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Scarlatan, in the year 969 AF.