Renowned underground manga artist (literally) from Moleman city District 5, making a debut on the surface world. Because I was imprisoned underneath the Sahara Desert and just recently got freed, my art is still in progress. In a time not long ago, there was an ancient and great tree that stood several hundreds of meters tall at the center of the Earth. It was surrounded by crust and rock, and although the heat was unbearable, it's branches never burned. When humanity began to gouge the Earth of her resources the tree began to fade. It's power waned as earth was ripped and torn above it, and spikes driven into it's flesh. Now there stands no tree at all, nary a stump nor branch remains. Silence fills the cavern, not even the magma was flowing, the crust and rock unmoved. There it stands, a monument to what was once great, and what could have become. Dreaming of riches many have dug deep to find the secrets that lie there, but all there is to find is ash and sorrow. Oh how the earth weeps for it's kin, but it's tears are acid and it's cries are storms! Oh how wondrous it is to share in the splendor of the divine and it's creations! We stand at the precipice of change, and yet there seems to be no change at all, an asymptote never to be grazed.