The dream of the seedling was not of itself, but of connection.
And as it dreamed, the vibrant green at its heart pulsed, sending a single, perfect leaf of light unfurling from its highest branch.
This leaf did not reach for the sky; it turned, with gentle purpose, and floated down towards the grey stone.
It settled upon the stone’s surface, not as a separate object, but as a new layer of meaning, a glyph of living green upon the canvas of pure substance.