Lightning struck her and burnt her deep to the core. It was on this night, the great schism of outer and inner occurred. One half of her grew into the next tree while the other half, into another. There is a scar that resides at the place of severance. She keeps it close, not to remind her of the sufferance, but rather, to remind her of the solace obtained. She now knows these kinds of storms didn’t happen to her, they happened for her. These are the kinds that turn three into one. From the great schism of self arose the unification of three.