It’s not easy to find the Bludna Loza, but she’s there. After walking some half day, sleeping on the dried pine needles and earth, hungry and sore, you’ll find her. She is not the tallest tree in the woods, nor the fattest, nor lushest. In fact, Bludna Loza has no leaves at all.
Her bark is dark and wrinkled. Some say her roots run so deeply into the ground
you could never find where they end. Ancient, slow growing, she is the keeper of our
memories. All lives that have transpired and died on our planet are held inside her belly.
When you find her, press your palm to her trunk. Run your hands along her craggy
roots and you will feel the pulsations, the flow of energy emanating from her–the tree
that knows not death.