"Don't panic. It's not your fault," he said, observing her guilty expression. "These are fruits that can't survive away from their tree. If you pluck them, they disappear into nothingness, but as long as they remain on that tree, these fruits can survive for years and years. They don't die, just that the fruit cannot live without the tree."
Ember calmed down after realizing it was not her fault.
"Do you know what we call this ancient tree?"
Ember shook her head.
"We call it 'Pharos', which means 'lighthouse'. It's a magical tree that will forever shine as long as it has these lantern-like fruits. It is a beacon that guides the people of the forest at night. For those living in the forest, especially those below the cliff, as long as they see this ancient tree, they will know exactly where they are."
