The Rag Tree

On the night you need it most, you dream of an endless field and one ancient tree — its branches heavy with the wishes of everyone who came before. Tie a cloth. Whisper what you want most. The tree grants it, exactly, and never how you meant it. Every wish has a price; not every price is a punishment. One wish. No taking it back. What would you tie to The Rag Tree? Add your own — the tree is always listening.