It was confusing, at first. Valor did not have such an intricate knowledge as most did, about their upcomings and existence. For them, they were simply content to just be, to be drifting and without purpose. It was not fulfilling- an existence like that never was- but it contented them enough that they could put up with it, until the next mid-life crisis (assuming nightmare deer even had those, though a feeling of a certain monarch springs to mind). But the… being in front of them- tree shaped in its eternal glory, it felt like home. Like they began, and would end, with this. A name pops into their mind- The Nightmare Tree, and suddenly Valor’s life has seemed so empty. How could they continue their meaningless existence, entering the minds of others (the name for these creatures eludes them, try as they might to remember) at their own will, floating through the ether of dreams and nightmares- why? What was their purpose now? Why would they stumble upon the Tree now, of all times?