YEAR THREE - MONTH TWO - MEMORIAL GARDEN - DAWN
The gardener found it FIRST.
A tree. Growing in the center of the Memorial Garden. Overnight. From NOTHING.
Not a normal tree.
A tree made of CRYSTAL. Branches like frozen lightning. Leaves that shimmered between colors that shouldn't EXIST. Roots that pulsed with light visible through the GROUND.
"That wasn't there YESTERDAY," the gardener told me, pointing with trembling hands. "I water these flowers every MORNING. Every single morning for THREE years. And today—THIS."
I stared at the crystal tree. Felt something DEEP in my chest. Recognition. FAMILIARITY.
The tree looked like something Sera would WRITE.
"Get Ezra," I said. "NOW."
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**ONE HOUR LATER**
"She's DREAMING."
Ezra circled the crystal tree. Staff extended. Scanning. MEASURING. Eyes wide with wonder and TERROR.
