I am sitting on one of the thick branches of a large tree.
The tree is dark and old, and carry no leaves, yet it seems to be very much alive.
I somehow get the feeling the tree might be able to live forever, although I myself don’t feel particularly immortal sitting in it.
A young girl is looking up at me from another branch down below me.
She is very upset, and tears are rolling down her cheeks.
Deep within I know this is my doing.