U.L.S: Rise of HAKHAMANESH

A Dying Old Man

In a world where its sky seemed artificial, there were dozens of thin, dying trees.

The number of trees did not exceed thirty, but the number of Humans attached to them was much greater.

Old men with white hair who competed with their clothes in old age.

In that artificial world, their voices and arguments were heard.

((Hey, that's my branch!))

((Hey fool, I grew that tree, come down from it.))

((Hey, moody jerk, come down.))

((And then I destroyed his head ....))

((Come down, our head hurts, you have described it to us thousand times so far, and each time you became more powerful in that story.))

((Hey! I remember more of it each time.))

((Yes, my ass.))

((Hey, old man. That fruit was mine.))

((No, go get lost. It was my turn.))

((five years ago instead of eating my fruit, I give it  to you and told you that next time your share will be mine.))

((Is aging really putting pressu