An explosion, a rainbow shimmer of broken space, and Weeping Cherry is shattered. A fragment falls away from its cohort, passing through timeless places and placeless times before its motionless motion leaps the bounds of possibility to pierce and entangle the weft of a particular weaving of worlds.
Unconscious, safety protocols written and re-written activate, trying to repair the fragment, to shore it up against the predations of an unfamiliar world.
But even the professional worriers in their blastproof castles cannot imagine everything, and eventually the automated processes give up.
Unable to complete recovery. Awakening user in sim ...
And Weeping Cherry wakes up.