Phoebe’s field journal was getting very full, and less coherent as time went on. When she’d first realized the others had vanished, she started writing down all the plants she could see to try and keep herself occupied so she didn’t get too scared. And eventually she got too distracted to really be scared, because she started finding plants she’d never seen around here before. First it was a few exotic flowers she’d heard of that definitely didn’t grow in this area, but soon she was finding flowers and bushes and vines and trees that looked unreal. She was so tempted to touch them, just to confirm to herself that they weren’t just an illusion, but she knew touching mysterious colorful plants was a very bad idea so she stuck to writing down what they looked like. She tried giving the first few names, but it felt wrong to name them herself, because she really knew nothing about them… And it was very descriptive and analytical at first, but, well, looking closely at a glimmering flower with subtle spiral patterns on its petals tends to make one's mind feel a bit… Fuzzy… Heavy… With every plant recorded, she felt her mind growing softer… And she could swear they were starting to get ever so slightly prettier… And her descriptions became incoherent ramblings of how beautiful they were, of how nice it felt to stare… Of what they were telling her… She could hardly hold her pen anymore with how uncoordinated she was becoming… So uncoordinated that she tripped into a particularly shimmery tree, and now she was covered in warm, soothing sap… And her mind could barely function…

The dazed, entranced, sap-covered woman continued wandering aimlessly through the forest, murmuring sleepily at the pretty plants and drawing spirals in her journal to represent how wonderful they made her feel. All thoughts of her friends had long since been washed away in shimmery bliss, and she hardly knew who she was anymore either. She was just a sleepy, happy girl wandering around looking at flowers… And then she came across The Tree. A massive, shining tree towering high above all the rest. Flower-covered vines were entwined around the gigantic trunk, and on the branches high above were glittering fruits that swayed enticingly in a magical breeze. “Waaaaaooooowwww….” She stumbled closer and began to write, her scribbles barely more than gibberish now, but to her she was writing down exactly how wonderful the tree made her feel… In fact, as she stared up at it, she felt like she was staring at royalty… She fell to her knees, bowing respectfully before Her Highness, her mind overcome with an urge to obey any commands she was given. None come, until suddenly a gentle hand touched her shoulder, telling her to rise. She obediently rose, and as her eyes fell upon the one before her she let out a blissful gasp. It was the most beautiful being she had ever seen… It was Her Highness…

Her Highness stood before her in a beautiful humanoid form, but she could feel within her soul that the two forms were undoubtedly one and the same even as Her tree form loomed over them. Her skin was the same, wonderful, shimmering bark, and She wore clothes created out of the vines entwining Her that softly shifted with every movement. Her hand was covered in branches and leaves like the limb of a tree, yet Her touch was as soft and gentle as velvet. But most beautiful of all was Her face. Pure, blank elegance, not a mouth or nose anywhere, nothing but a pair of deep green eyes, eyes that she could not look away from, eyes that filled her soul and made her Hers. She cocked Her perfect head, and she mimicked it, and even the act of mimicking Her movements brought her a deep, profound bliss… Her Highness's eyes flashed in adoring amusement…

Her Highness raised Her perfect hand, silently yet clearly indicating for her to continue mimicking Her movements. It was like a dance, slow yet methodical, ensuring every limb was in the correct position and angle… Eventually, She was satisfied, and placed a hand on her head. Verdant energy filled her body, and she began to shift into a wonderful new form, a painless and comfortable process. The outstretched hands grew longer, the fingers morphing into branches covered with soft leaves swaying in the magical breeze. The skin merged with the sap and became shimmering bark. The human clothes and items adorning her body were torn away, the imperfect and restrictive fabric no longer needed and the supplies not necessary for one of Her subjects. All except the field journal, which was transformed into a bough of beautiful flowers to be spread all over her new, wonderful body. The shoes were the last to go, torn into a thousand useless pieces as her feet turned into roots, forever connecting her to Her beautiful network. And her old human mind, completely unnecessary, was melted away by Her hypnotic green gaze, replaced with nothing more than a constant obedient bliss… The new tree stood there, pretty and obedient, and the human's old life became nothing but fertilizer for Her forest… Making everything ever so slightly prettier…