There lives a man in an abandoned school campus. He has walked the empty, pristine, white-tiled hallways for many years, wandering through its several floors to find something, but he does not know what. He spends a lot of his time at the center, where a giant tree has grown, just taller than the school, with its barren branches covering the roof. The bark of the tree is almost an ashy grey and wrinkled like the skin of the elderly, it seems that it has not tasted nutrients or water in decades. However, the tree stands tall, crucified in its tomb, the school campus.

The man has always wondered what the tree was, what it meant, why it was there, and what happened in the school to be abandoned but the building to still exist. It was a strange place, he noticed. It is one where the sun never shines, drowned by the clouds that often grace the land with their rain. Even the calls of birds are rarely heard, their tone devoid of any comfort.

The man continues to wander the campus, never leaving and always moving.