In a world of human wreckage, one tree stands tall. Distributing air for a no longer living population, one that overstayed its welcome. Destroyed everything they came in contact with. Until it appeared that the tornado of life, came plowing through. Leaving a trail of broken dreams and sorrow, in its place. No one left to care, no one left to clean up this dumb. Destroyed. A town destroyed. A state destroyed. A country destroyed. A continent. The world... destroyed. Animals left, no longer anywhere for them to survive. Nothing. Because... In this world of human wreckage, a tree loses its first leaf.