Beyond the realm of time and distance and in a place so close but so far away, there is a tree. A special tree that is grand in stature but as gray as the ominous sky. A tree that has grown, but never taken breath or preened in the sun. A tree that was born on a dark October day when time stopped to rest. There it stayed for how long, no one knows because when time stops, eternity passes in a sigh. When time woke again, the tree was surrounded by life and though the sun shined, the tree was still shadowed and gray.

Hungry beasts with gnarling teeth and high, shrill screams tried to cut down the tree, but it would not budge. Soon, the tree was forgotten, but inside, it grew….and grew for within was a tragedy that knew no age. Greedy for knowledge, it burned as it learned. The more it knew, the more it grew until a hole appeared outside of it.