A World Without Bark

You’ve done it. You slew the beast, grabbed the loot, and survived the grueling dungeon crawl. But the hardest part of the quest isn’t surviving the dark… it’s coming home. When you step out of the mountain tunnels expecting your cozy childhood village, reality hits you like a wet fish. The forests are gone, replaced by towering jungles of calcified bone-stalks and fluorescent fungi. The local tavern is a hollowed-out fossil shell, the benches are cold limestone, and the town gates are woven from the ribs of an ancient behemoth. Wood doesn’t exist here. It has never existed here. And the worst part? You’re the only person in the entire universe who remembers what a tree is.