The first thing Gabrielle remembered was waking up to the the olive-green canopy, marveling the way the sun’s yellow-white glow danced among the leaves. The second thing he remembered was the sound of his own name “Gabrielle, Gabrielle” echoing through the warm breeze. How Gabrielle came about waking up at the foot of The Tree is unknown. No one was there to witness, to explain, nor to console him. So in fear of absolute solitude, he went back to sleep. And dreamt the first dream in this world.