Constantly, a specific force navigated past the thick roots within the earth and flowed towards the herb standing upon the pedestal. The pedestal, surrounded by knotty roots, suddenly rose a meter.
Mel executed zero actions other than hoisting his hands to protect his vessel from the stone fragments plummeting from the ceiling of the cave. He appeared to harbor zero desires to interrupt this merging incident.
The herb bearing thick roots and green flowers was merging. As the pedestal rose once vastly more, Mel acquired absolute certainty.
"The pedestal constituted the trunk of the tree that sprouted here prior!"
Zero alternate explications could exist; although the growth phase that would endure spanning years transpired within the blink of an eye, what happened was the growth and flourishing of a tree.
