In the depths of the Forest Follies, a group of trees stood tall and proud. But as the wind whispered secrets in their leaves, they began to question the meaning of it all.
Thus, the Gift Shop of Forest Follies was born - a place where the trees could sell their existential dread to the highest bidder.
Our first customer, a wise old oak named Olga, bought a "I'd Rather Not Exist" mug for 50 acorns.
Since then, we've had a steady stream of customers seeking to offload their ontological burdens.
Read the sequel: How the Gift Shop Changed the World (Not Really)