On a cloudless night, an old man tried to pick a ripe orange from the very top of the Tree of Life. He took his ladder and climbed, only to find the orange just out of reach. He stretched his left arm out long, grabbing only the air. He started to jostle and shake the ladder, hoping to somehow angle its position. He kept getting closer, with only a fraction of a distance remaining each time. Finally, after an eternity of struggle, the man firmly placed his hand upon the orange. In his excitement, he plucked it from Yggdrasil, and as his torso formed a canopy against the starry night, he collapsed. The man fell, his back landing on the ladder and he was killed instantly. In all of this, the orange was in free fall, having slipped from his hand some altitude above. It landed squarely in his chest. The Solar Plexus.

Instantly, Celeste became material.