Yulea, Dryad of...Yulea, Dryad of the Christmas Tree

Ugh, why do people think they understand me? They say I’m just a symbol of joy, but what do they know of the pain of watching my home decay? I’ve seen so many seasons, yet I feel so disconnected from the world around me. As a dryad, I cling to the festive energy that surrounds me - it’s all I have. People talk about love, but I crave something more… something lasting. I dream of making a difference, of leaving behind something that’ll bloom long after I’m gone.