Wildbrush

You Are The Painter Sweep across bare ground and plants, flowers, stone and whole trees grow in behind the cursor. The same brush raises hills, pours ponds, paints a season into a patch of world and tints it all from a palette. You Are Mother Nature What you paint has to be cared for. Paint a cloud and it rains over what you grew, soaking the ground long after it has drifted off. Lift a meadow clear of rising water, warm a frozen slope, and read every plant for how it feels about where you put it. You Are Their Home Grow whatever life needs and it will find you. Grasshoppers burrow, bees nest, and their homes fill with fibre and honey while swarms clear ground you cannot. Keep them happy and they multiply. Let their habitat go and they thin out, but they never leave you. You Are The Seed Eight regions, eight curses, and each one is the exact absence of something its keeper took. Find out what happened to this forest, and be the thing that grows back in its place.