There was a time when a little grove like this wouldn't have lasted a week. Someone would've called it "unused land," cleared it out, poured concrete on top. Back then, the land was something to wrestle into shape.
Turns out, the land keeps receipts. Ignore the soil, the water, the roots under your feet, and eventually everything collapses. We've learned it the hard way...
Here in Loftia, we live in accordance with the land, cherishing places like this so we can thrive along with them. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here.
— Herb