Morning light spilled softly across the Grove, filtering through the emerald canopy like golden silk. Dew glistened on the leaves, tiny worlds trembling with reflected sunlight. Lira stood before the Giant Tree, feeling the quiet hum of its ancient magic.
In its great hollow, something stirred. Roots parted gently, revealing a shape the color of aged bark and moonlight — a book. Thick and heavy, its cover seemed alive, vines weaving and unwinding like breathing veins. The scent of old wood and rain filled the air.
"Lira," the Giant Tree's voice resonated through her chest, deep and slow. "This is the Book of Growth. It carries the memory of the Grove — every plant you've nurtured, every life you've touched. It is both history and prophecy."
Lira stepped closer, awe softening her features. "It's… beautiful."
