[ It's too strange to accept so readily, the tree being so similar to his tree that he could almost accept it as being the same, just older. Born from the same seed, and just missing ten years of its life. ]

What was the storm about? Was it the rain that helped the trees grow...? Is that a good thing...

[ He's not sure. His imagination isn't enough to accept something changing reality, but his hope is. ]

Do you think it'll happen again? There's some parts of reality I want to change.