Golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the window, gently brushing against Adam's face and stirring him from his deep sleep.
The raven-haired youth's eyelids quivered ever so slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the uneven ceiling of the room.
He lay there on the bed for a long time, unable to comprehend what he had witnessed in his dream.
It was quite unbelievable, really.
He had never imagined witnessing something so… profound in the Outer Universe.
Yet, it seemed that planting that unassuming ash tree had set into motion consequences far beyond his expectations.
Adam ran a hand through his raven hair, his eyes flashing with lingering incredulity.
I can't believe I just spoke to the will of the world, he thought to himself in a daze.
From the wisdom imparted to him by the experts of the Greater Universe, through the memories he had absorbed, Adam knew that planets, after reaching a certain threshold, grew sentience.
