The girl was the only daughter of an old miner. Her mother died in childbirth, so unlike her neighbors (with more than 6 children), she and her father were alone.The moment K reactivated after the entity’s attack, the tree gathered its remaining strength to turn the girl’s last leaf into a being with a life of its own. What the tree did not expect was that it possessed the spirit of the girl who had once created it.

She didn’t mind it to any great extent, as she spent the day away from home while her father worked in the mine. She loved watching plays with the rest of the village children and also used to frequent the artist’s store to hear new stories about imaginary places. When she arrived home she would take care of all the household chores and wait for her father to return so she could tell him a new story.

Meanwhile, his father was obsessed with proving his worth to others by digging deeper than anyone else. He dug on his own, perfecting his robots to make up for the manpower he lacked because he had no more children. He always sought to reach the deepest depths and achieved this by living for nothing else.

But his daughter never understood this obsession in the village for mining to the depths. She seemed to be the only one who was interested in knowing what was up there, because no one had ever tried it before. She wasn’t afraid to lift her head to look further up, so, since her father was never home, she started digging upwards.

Over the years, she managed to make her way through the rock until, one day, her pickaxe opened a crack to a new world: the surface.

It was an empty place made of extremely bright white quartz, so much so that its light was so pure and clear that it took the girl some time to get used to its brightness. In this empty world there was only her and some rectangular blocks of white quartz. The girl, seeing this canvas, let her imagination run wild and began to carve.

At first, she failed and her figures broke, but whenever her father went mining, she went upstairs to practice. She ended up making a tree in the largest block, the first and only tree in the world, making it her safe place, her playground and her friend, because even though he could not answer her, she carved letters in all its leaves so that they would reach the deepest part of her being.

She wanted her creation to feel supported by her, but she never imagined that her will would give it life, making roots grow the more the bond between them grew.

One day when she was trying to help her father excavate a very deep area, they hit one of the roots of the tree she had carved. The father thought he had finally made the discovery he needed to stop the rest of the village from laughing at him.

The girl, naive, told her father that the piece of quartz was her work. The old man, astonished, asked for explanations, since it seemed like another one of his made-up stories. The little girl, who was already 8 years old at the time, very excited that her work had gone so far, told her father everything that had happened on the surface. The father’s eyes followed the story attentively. But the more they opened, the more the light disappeared in them.

At the end of the story, the father could no longer believe how she had stolen HIS discovery, how she had made him look like an idiot. Anger started pouring out of him like a fountain, with all sorts of bad words and reproaches. His eyes were turning blacker and blacker, losing his mind by the minute. With increasingly aggressive movements, he approached his daughter, wrapped his arms around her neck and began to squeeze… and squeeze… and squeeze… The girl’s cries turned into desperate attempts to take deeper breaths of air, until the silence was absolute.