A small hand reached from the darkness.
Tiny.
Uncertain.
Real.
The emotional resonance spread softly across existence.
Warm.
Gentle.
Welcoming.
Because something extraordinary was happening.
Not a mystery being solved.
Not a hidden realm being discovered.
A beginning was arriving.
The seed floated near the doorway.
Golden leaves glowing softly.
Silver sparks dancing around its branches.
The small hand hesitated.
Then moved forward again.
Slowly.
As if expecting the light to disappear.
As if expecting someone to change their mind.
The seed noticed immediately.
Of course it did.
YOU CAN COME CLOSER.
Silence.
Then a tiny voice emerged from the darkness.
"…Really?"
The Garden bloomed.
Home glowed warmly.
The Ocean shimmered silver beneath impossible skies.
Because everyone recognized that question.
How many people had asked it before?
How many hearts had wondered if welcome was real?
If belonging was genuine?
If there was truly a place waiting for them?
