Deep in an ancient forest, where the trees stood like silent guardians and the fog crept like a specter, stood a lonely house. There lived two children, Robbie and his older brother, under the shade of a giant tree that dominated the backyard. Their grandmother, a woman of ancient wisdom and deep eyes, warned them with a phrase that resonated in their hearts, "Don't play with the tree, don't touch the tree, don't climb on the swing." The phrase became a mantra, repeated every night like a protective prayer. The tree, with its gnarled trunk and twisted branches, was more than just a landscape feature; it was a totem of power, a silent guardian of the family.