Hardwerk 25 01 02 Miss Flora Diosa Mor And Muri -

A single path wound to the center where a basin held water that gleamed like polished onyx. When Miss Flora leaned over, she saw herself as a child, carrying a small jar of soil. But the reflection shifted; she saw herself older, tending to a forest that thrummed with small lights, and then herself closing the greenhouse door in Hardwerk with a new seed tucked in her pocket. She understood—without words—that the garden preserved possibilities: futures that took root when the right elements came together.