No matter how hard he tried to continue, it was becoming gradually harder to accept his fate. The threads of destiny awoke him. How could he have been so blind not to see what was in front of him? It was true that some people could only picture the forest without taking each tree into consideration. Usually, he tried to study their branches down to their roots. He let his eyes drop across the magnificent statues nature created. If only he could stitch back the part that he’d lost along the road. He couldn’t recognize the tree that he was.