The sun climbed higher, casting golden rays through the ancient branches, illuminating the new rows of vibrant greenery. Lira paused, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looked at her companions—Serelyth adjusting the placement of a glowing vine, Thalanir kneeling to deepen roots, Renkai patrolling the edges to ensure no stray wildlife disturbed the rows—and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
"This," she said quietly, voice filled with awe, "is the result of all we've seen, all we've fought, all we've discovered. Not just plants… but everything we've learned, everything we've grown into. This grove, these rows—they are a reflection of us."
Even Fluffy purred in agreement, curling against her knees, tiny paws kneading softly into her robes. The grove felt alive in response, the giant tree's leaves rustling as if in approval.
