Looking hard enough deep into the plane of space, residual light from the birth of Fay can be seen.
A time of gassy clouds and small collections of atoms, colliding and bursting into light. A beacon of the beginning.
Beside Fay’s embryo a sapling grew from nothing. It’s roots entwined with her soul to create a whole. One divine being connected with nature and life.
Of course this is a view in to the past and the present day is very different.
Her tree, not consisting of wood nor bark, but fibres of the universe. Suspended in a moment but documented through-out history. A flash of life lasting an eternity.
Fay’s Tree, The World
“Fay’s tree, a physical construct of her story, an order of existence. With no beginning or end, just living and breathing, as part of a whole.”