The Garden around him seemed to respond to his thoughts, the trees stretching taller, their branches entwining in intricate patterns as though whispering to one another. The soil beneath his feet hummed with life, and the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers that hadn't yet come into full form. The Garden, though still growing, was becoming something vast, something living—each part of it interwoven with the energies of the past, present, and future.
As Lior approached a secluded part of the Garden, a clearing bathed in the soft glow of a rising moon, he found a patch of earth that called to him. It was here, in this quiet corner, that he would plant the seed. He knelt down, his hands gently pressing into the fertile ground. With a deep breath, he set the glowing fruit into th
