Tu Bonsai city of Aeridor

Felicity kept her world on a weathered cedar stand in the quietest corner of her stone cottage. It was a gnarled juniper, no taller than her forearm, its branches twisting in an elegant cascade that spoke of centuries of patient guidance. Its bark was the color of ancient mountains, and its needles were a deep, vibrant green, impossibly lush for a tree of its size. But this was no mere plant. This was Tu Bonsai.

To anyone else, it was a masterpiece of the horticultural arts. To Felicity, it was a kingdom.

Within the miniature foliage, nestled amongst the wire-trained branches, was the city of Aeridor. Its towers, spun from dew and moonlight, were invisible to the naked eye. Its people, the Sylvans, were beings of living wood and leaf, their voices a rustle of whispers only Felicity could hear. She was their Guardian, their Sky-Tender.

But Aeridor was in danger and Felicity must find the courage to save their world.