As he wandered deeper into the verdant expanse, the whispers grew louder once again. But this time, they were different. These were not the echoes of those lost to time, but the voices of those who were yet to come. The Garden was still growing, and with its growth, new seeds of life were being planted.
Lior’s steps quickened, his curiosity piqued. He followed the whispers, drawn toward the heart of the Garden, where a shimmering light pulsed from beneath the earth, like the heartbeat of the land itself. The air seemed to thrum with anticipation, and Lior felt a sudden surge of energy, as though the Garden itself was alive, aware, and waiting for him.
He arrived at a clearing where the light was brightest. In the center stood a tree unlike any he had seen before. Its trunk was twisted an
