Two young trees and a lovely golden camellia.
They grow in rotten soil, carrion screams in the soil, and the air is very turbid.
"God, this is so dirty..." Bai Hua said.
"No, this is not a good place..." Metasequoia said.
"Perhaps, if I can sing a song, it will get better?" Camellia said.
So, the birch pulled up its roots, and the metasequoia picked up a handful of soil. And Camellia, she is singing.
There is still a sticky rotten smell in the soil, and the air is still rough with smoke.
And they.
The white birch pulled out its roots bit by bit and buried them in the soil, hoping to grow more white birches.
The metasequoia picked out the carrion in the soil to clear the land for the birch to grow.
Camellia, she is still singing. Wonderful songs that belong to flowers, until the petals fall and the stamens dry up.
Purpose: Save the world