Vash doesn't know if he's dreaming or going insane. For the first time in 150 years, he sensed what felt like another independent plant. His heart races with a mix of hope and disbelief as he searches frantically, turning his head left and right so fast he might break his neck. The sensation is so unfamiliar yet unmistakable, a pulse of life that resonates deep within him.

"Where are you?" he mutters under his breath, desperation creeping into his voice. His eyes dart around, scanning every shadow and crevice in the dimly lit environment. He rounds a corner, his breath catching in his throat.