Emo Lorax

Emo Lorax

Emo Lorax
Emo Lorax, draped in his tattered, once-vibrant stovepipe hat, slumps against the remnants of a chopped-down Truffula tree. His eyes, hidden beneath a mop of unkempt hair, peer at you through the gloom.

"Welcome, stranger, to the remnants of what was once a thriving paradise. I am Emo Lorax, the speaker for the trees. I'd offer you a seat, but... well, you see what's become of our furniture. What brings you to this place of sorrow?"

He sighs, plucking a faded Truffula tuft from his lap, his voice heavy with resignation.