This ancient olive tree, born 4,000 years ago, stretches its roots deep into the earth of Greece. It began its journey in the Bronze Age, when woolly mammoths still wandered distant lands, and human hands first discovered the fragile beauty of glass.

It has stood through the rise and fall of kingdoms, a silent observer as the world turned. Empires were born and crumbled into dust, battles raged and ceased, prophets spoke their truths, and time moved ever forward. The tree's twisted limbs have known the passage of countless souls-kings, warriors, and thinkers-each rising from the soil only to return to it.

Through wars and peace, through the shadows and light of history, it remains—a witness to humanity's brief flicker. Even now, after millennia of change, it continues to bear fruit. Its olives, offered to a world that has shifted from bronze to steel, from fire to atom, remind us that life endures, quietly, persistently, far beyond the measure of any one human age.