It once happened before.

In a time with a past much like our own there grew a Tree of Time out of the same soil we call recent history. A tree that could not survive the future its separation implied.

In the Grove of Eternity its name was The Fallen First One. And when it fell the sound carried far beyond the reaches of heaven, searching for the one who would be around to hear it.

And as it searched, our world had came to be. And the stories and songs from that fallen time would appear as a dream, a reverie in the mind of the author of these words.

And only then did the sound of that long dead universe find its listener.

It found you.