APPARATUS I: Tree of Life

On the edge of the grid, where neon dies into dusk, a tree stands—rooted in silence, its limbs older than the code around it.

Beyond firewalls and signal towers, a shimmer holds— not glass, not light, but something older, breathing.

The city pulses. The tree listens. And nothing crosses unless it remembers how to dream.

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