"These are but an idea of people, a fleeting "may be" or "in all probability" of communal beings. They may be described as the metaphysical projection of societies, existing in absolute knowledge and absolute dispute over the nature of the universe. The argument goes like this: It is undeniable that, imprinted in the fabrics and pattern of the universe, what is is a result of what was, and that what will be is a result of what is, and it only logically follows that due to our mortal perception of what order this all actually happens in (time), we cannot know any of these things at all and the previous statement must by it's very nature be false."
"The Verastichanter have the most accurate universal understanding of any sentient being in existence, and this they know and vehemently deny. They also have trunks, are a nano-metre in height and live in cork-bark on the side of trees in the forests of Iettle, where they spend most of their time debating the nature of the universe with aphids."
"They exist in male and female forms, but romance is not found within one tree. Once the season is up, the males ride in baskets tethered to pollen grains. They leave to germinate a new generation of Vestra trees, and to get it on with the neighbour’s daughters."
"Thereafter, their life tends to follow the story of Agnathes, who remained in the new tree, watched his children grow, watched his wife grow, wrote treatise on the nature of love and its logical absence, declined into alcoholism and attempted, in futility, to convert the secular youth to a lovely new religion he'd invented. His novels are very popular among the middle aged Verastichanter men."
"They are well meaning, peaceful people, who make no war and create art, scripture and music in abundance. By their very interactions with the world, in a sensory fashion, they designate themselves, the universe and their own philosophies as a figment of somebody else’s deranged imagination."