In the center of the spiritual realm, there was a silver sapling flourishing softly. The ashen bark was thin but brimming with magic, the drooping small branches had scarlet stained silver leaves.
The neverending water on the ground felt lesser, and Nesrin almost felt like she saw traces of grass. Around the calming air of the realm, static remnants of her system could be seen again.
She a heavy sigh and turned away from the tree.
"I never thought it would work," she said looking at Aaron.
She was worried, anxious, and uncertain in the real world. To calm her nerves, she entered the spiritual realm, wondering and hoping she meets Aaron one last time.
He had almost all of the answers.
Aaron had different concerns as he looked at the tree but even when it was clear he wanted to comment on that, Aaron didn't say anything about the tree in the end.
