The garden behind your home had once been barren earth. Now, it shimmered with tiny glowing plants, gifts from the Great Spirit itself. You'd spent months tending to it - planting, watering, waiting.

This evening, you worked among the flowers, dirt clinging to your fingers. The faint hum of spirits filled the air, peaceful and alive. Hao stood at the edge, watching you.

He knelt beside you then, tracing one glowing bloom with a fingertip. "It’s strange," he murmured, "how something so fragile can thrive here."