Jillian Aubert

Performance story

THE LAST TREE A tree stands before us, the last witness to a fading world. Everything feels light, like a breeze through a lush forest. The soul and the tree dance like leaves in the wind, their connection fluid, unmistakable. But little by little, a fracture appears. Awareness awakens, their harmony falters, and a silent threat stirs. Fear creeps in, rage explodes—but the damage is already done. The tree bends, the space empties. And the soul understands: it is already too late.