He opened his eyes, liberated from all of the shackles in his mind, but his body was still confined. A glimmer of light passed through the suffocating darkness, as the entangled roots began to disperse into the ground. He turned towards the ancient tree and gave a slight bow, feeling the pulsating threads of consciousness, he imagined, gently grabbing the biggest thread of all that's around him, the origin of the forest, the ancient tree that stood tall among it's kind. There, he found himself on a familiar grassland, with it's towering trees and gentle breeze. The granny was there, with her slouched back, holding a cup of tea, sitting on a gazebo with another cup beside her.