I went down to that tree. When I touched it, we both disappeared. We seemed to be traveling in every direction at once until we came to the place of the starwaters. The singing tendrils, shining in darkness. Overlapping waves of transforming harmonics like prismatic hues in sound. We became the original substance, and flowed. The vibrations arose and began to wrench us apart. I had to let go. That tree is still there now. But these fingers are no longer mine.