Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously.
Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her.

The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots.
She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end ironically, saved her from it.

Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...
We will catch you, always.