My team of adventurers

Isha felt that her sleep had been long and deep, but when she woke up in a trance, she still felt that she had not slept enough.

Just roll over and sleep again. There's nothing to do anyway.

Think like this, roll over, roll over, roll over... Hey, why does it feel like I can't move at all?

Haunted by such doubts, her clutched mind finally became a little clearer, and then Isha found something big!

Her! Now it's a tree!!

Although she has no eyes, Isha can "see" the surrounding scene clearly by perception.

All around was a vast expanse of green grass. There seemed to be nothing but grass, not even the most common insects, ants, to be found. The tree Isha had become was next to a small lake, the water of which was so clear that there was no sign of any water growing or fish living in the lake, and she suspected that it was a pool of stagnant water, the surface of which was calm and undisturbed, like a mirror that reflected most of her present body.

I have to say, even as a tree, she's a very, very, very beautiful tree now.

As if the ivory white trunk and branches of the top jade are like the perfect carving carefully created by the artist, if the trunk of this tree is still the top art that people can create, then her leaves are definitely a miracle created by the creator.

The whole leaf is composed of silver brilliance, and the pulse of the leaf is composed of white light veins. The luxuriant branches and leaves of the whole tree make Isha like a tree star, and the bright leaves will sprinkle a little bit of light dust in the flutter, like a firefly, slowly falling down and disappearing in contact with the ground.

It's beautiful.

A fantastic tree.

After staring at her own reflection in the water for a while, as dull and dull as if she had stayed up all night, Isha tried to remember, and then realized how few memories she had.

But! Even from what remains of her memory, Isha can confirm that she was really a human being!

A girl of about eighteen, living in a country full of dark-haired, black-eyed humans, can still remember some of the knowledge she has learned, some of the common sense she has.

But I have no memory of my own experiences, of who I know, of my parents.

Scraping through her barren memory, Isa still had no recollection of how she had become a tree. Exhaustion followed by a rush of sleep, Isa thought in a daze before falling asleep again:

I remember my name was Isa, which means it couldn't have been a tree before, right? Who names a tree?

Isa is an odd species name.

Maybe she's in a strange dream now, and when she wakes up, Isha the human will laugh at this dream that turns into a tree.

After sleeping again, and waking up again with clarity of thought, Isha discovers, to her despair, that it was not a dream!

She really turned into a tree!

The feelings in the dream are fuzzy like a layer of fog, people will pinch themselves when they feel that they are not awake in the dream, if there is no pain, they must be dreaming, but Isha is now an impracticable tree, unable to pinch herself, and feel no pain, but she is sure that she is not dreaming through another clear feeling.

All her leaves were absorbing something, and the matter that flowed from the veins to the branches gave Isa a sense of comfort.

Is this what it feels like for a tree to photosynthesize? You don't have to be a green plant to photosynthesize. Does my leaf have chlorophyll?

Isa was so depressed that if she had opened her mouth, she would be sighing.

At present, she has no reason to rush to become human, and Isha is not the kind of human identity that is attached to human identity and thinks that becoming other species is completely unacceptable to the human supremacist, and will have negative emotions because her current state is too boring.

Isha was now in a space where the only living thing seemed to be herself, without any consciousness that could communicate, and she was still a tree, unable to move an inch, unable even to shake her branches, but fortunately her tree body did not feel imprisoned like her spirit, or Isha would soon have gone mad.

Alas, bored, Isha can only focus on her new body, began to study herself in an all-round way, feel bored will sleep, naturally wake up and continue to explore their own.

I don't know how long it took before Isha finally made her first research discovery-she would! Change! Oh!

At a certain point in time, Isha automatically changed from a shining tree into a shadowy tree, the white jade branches "swish" like obsidian, the leaves made of silver light also instantly changed to a strange black light, and then the falling dust also turned black.

Isha looked at her new shape from the reflection of the lake and found that the appearance level did not decline, although it did not look sacred and bright before, but it also had a dark aesthetic feeling.

She tried again to see if she could change into other colors, concentrating on images of other colors and talking about changing color, changing color, changing color, but these attempts failed, and Isha could only become black for now, and it seemed to be a passive skill.

But Isa soon put this passive skill to good use.

This space is not only a dead silence, and even the passage of time without any trace, the sky is always blue tile blue, not even a white cloud, how long the light does not change. Isa decided to count the time by the color of her tree.

After counting herself to sleep several times, Isha was able to determine roughly how long she would stay in each color for about 43,200 seconds, which is exactly 12 hours. She counted the passage of time by making the twelve hours of her life as the day of the world, and the twelve hours of her life as the night of the world.

Once bored, it would feel like a very long time, and Isha could only keep finding new goals for herself to kill time. After completing the task of determining the time set for herself before, she tried cultivation with rich imagination.

In my mind, I remember that the country I once lived in seems to have a lot of flowers and trees into a fine story, these plants absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and then slowly they can talk, they will move, and finally they can become people.

Isha thought that whether she was white or black now, the whole tree really seemed to be absorbing something that made her feel very comfortable.

Although this ghost place has no sun and no moon, it is not known whether the substance absorbed is the essence of the sun and moon, but it can make itself feel good, it should be a good thing.

She began to try to make herself absorb more of these substances, which Isa thought should be the nutrients for the tree.

The results surprised Isa. For the first time, her attempt to control the body of the tree worked, and Isha did seem to absorb more nutrients as she wished.

She could not help but feel a little excited. Was this attempt on the right path? Isha decided to ramp up her power to absorb as much nutrients as possible, and over time, quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes, and you never know what will happen to her.

Perhaps Isha's luck finally began to improve, as she thought, after a week, that is, after seven cycles of her black and white conversion, Isha's tree body had undergone a remarkable change

Her!

Knot! Fruit! C 'mon!

Two at a time!!

This was a shocking discovery for Isha, for during the seven days there was no sign of anything happening, no flowering, no butterflies or bees around her, nothing like the biological knowledge she had remembered.

It was at the end of the seventh day, at the moment when Isha was transformed from a tree of shadows into a tree of light, that these two fruits came into being.

The two fruits were exactly the same color as Isa, one black and one white, one made of light, the other made of shadow, and they grew in different places, at opposite ends of the crown.

Strangely, the shadow fruit had hidden itself after Isha had turned to its glorious form, and she could clearly feel that the shadow fruit was still hanging from its branches, but the reflection of the lake showed only a small, sparkling fruit.

At night, when Isha turned into the Shadow tree, the hidden one became the light fruit, and the shadow fruit replaced the light fruit and reappeared on the lake's reflection.

What is the reason for this?

Is it for the harmony of the image?

Isa could not find the reason, so she put aside this small doubt and continued to work hard to absorb nutrients, especially trying to deliver nutrients to the two new baby fruits.

They were too small now, only the size of the marbles in Isha's memory, and she wanted to let them absorb nutrients and grow up quickly.

In this lonely world, Isha does not want to take the two fruits as her new growth of body tissue, she hopes that this will be two new lives, will be her children.

Another eight days passed, Isha tirelessly to the two small fruit delivery of nutrition, they did not live up to the old mother's expectations, from a small marble effort to grow to the size of a ping-pong ball, the fruit is more solid, the light fruit is brighter, like a brighter bulb, and the shadow fruit... It's darker. It feels like it's a shade darker.

On the ninth day of the new birth of the two fruits, Isha sensed the faint consciousness contained in the fruit.

Her expectations came true, and the two fruits really had their own independent consciousness.

Isha got two children.

Isa named her two children Euphimia and Felix, Euphimia for Light Fruit and Felix for Shadow Fruit.

Of course, there is no gender difference between the two baby fruits, and the two names of this male and female are just Isha's intuition with the good expectation of both children and children.

She thought that if she got it wrong, the children would later have a gender that did not match their names, and they would just change their names.

For now, at least, when Isha calls her children in her mind by her new name, they respond with happy intimacy.

The consciousness of the two baby fruits was very weak at first, and the emotions were vague. Under Isha's more and more diligent nutrition delivery, the fruits continued to grow, and the consciousness in the fruits became more and more clear, like the consciousness body also grew with the body.

By the time Euphimia and Felix had grown from the size of a ping-pong ball to the size of a fist, Isha was communic