Guardians, left there since just before the end. They wait, in deep slumber unknown to any tree on our Earth. They wait for the day when they can wake their mother up. Left to live after the end they are only active in the realm of dreams. There they enjoy things never possible in their own bodies. Tough and strong like the Lignum Vitae they have met storm after storm when their planet was awake. Now they meet the harsh weather of open space as the surface of their mother is whipped by the harsh winds ever shewing forth from the son of the universe, and the centre of our system.
The two to witness their awakening were sent the UN, to study, to learn, to try and figure out what had happened in the past of the little sibling of our mother Earth. One sign lead them to the truth, long forgotten by the beings of this system, the crawling dirt. It is seen by one of two. She calls to her colleague quite a ways away who is still confounded by the fact they can breath without any apparatus to aid them. An atmosphere ever so thin, ever so delicate just strong enough to hold the oxygen given off by the once sleeping guardians. The two scientists are astounded by what they see, colours in shapes and patterns that haven’t been documented since the LSD experiments of years past back on Earth, littering the ground beneath the tree. The ground shakes like a twitch that surges through your body when stretching. The tree before them pulls two long roots out from the ground beneath it, yet the two standing before it are not afraid in the least. Like a child the woman climbs the tree and sits among it’s leafy greens. The man, lost in awe as his friend calls out to him as the tree starts to move. He catches up and jumps onto the barky caricature of a leg. The tree moves fast yet steady over the barren terrain of Mars. Each step easy and soft as though there were flowers littered about the ground to consider.
The forest came from no where. Here on mars, a forest filled with plant life and the sounds of the weirdest bird songs the two had ever heard. It stops before s cliff face, the tree, and the two climb down the body of the guardian and finally see what the tree had brought them to see. Pictographs of the last days of Mars, but not only that, further down the walls of the cliff something seen encircling the other planets as well as smaller versions of the gas giants. The guardian shuddered signalling it was time to leave, for now, it was the moons turn over the sky, and the little atmosphere the guardians had put in place up til now was not enough to maintain warmth throughout the night. Back through the forest just at the end it dissolved from their view and the they were now closer to their base camp than where they had met the silent guardian. It’s roots dug into the ground as it returned to it’s duty as the guardian sentinel for its mother. 2 more trees emerging from an unseen forest behind it were spotted as the two from Earth were lifted away in their craft back to Earth to show what they documented, and what the pictographs said was approaching, and how all they learned was thanks to the Walking Trees of Mars.