Agartha's heart is the tree. The wisdom tree. The world tree. The connection between all points. It grew before the First Age, branches and roots burrowing into all possibilities. The pumping blood that is the sap flows in luminescent gold. The tree is the divine bio-tech computer, her palpitating hand.
—The Buzzing, The Secret World
A great tree, the greatest tree in all the world, a world that was a vast forest that covered the moon of Rynax. When Father Talax was high and bright in the sky, his family would gather in song among the warrens and shelter-leaves and protein-buds: father and mother, sisters and brothers, their mother's mother, father's father, their sisters' sisters, their brothers' brothers—all the litters from all the generations of their endless family, all tending and singing to the Great Tree that loved and nourished them in return.
