A Return to Aremore

It has been quite a while since I've returned back to the main town of Aremore, my dreams still haunt me, reminding me of that awful day. Fire, brimstone, all encompassing red.
Shaking my head, I realize I've been idly walking for a while, not even aware of where I've ended up before it becomes night. Not able to find a place to stay, I go to the local pie shop and wait for day, not wanting to brave the dangers of the nocturne before returning home.
 
As I made my journey back from town towards my tree, I felt the dangers of living so far off the paved path stand taller than normal. Perhaps I should consider speaking with the city council about expanding the road closer to my home, that way I can make safe travels and people can have a place to stay while on their journey. Along the way, I came across strange pillars of stone, standing around the outskirts of the woods, burning with a blue flame. It seemed to be contained, but still, I got a strange sense of unease about their presence.
 
Returning home, I found my tree still standing tall, electing to spend the rest of the day tidying it up. It was a rater old tree, still standing long before I came along, so mending broken branches and resoiling some of the surrounding earth was important for it's continued growth