The tree was breathtaking—a towering oak with spreading branches and deep, intricate roots, every leaf and knot and whorl of bark rendered in shimmering light.
It grew in fast-forward, rising from a tiny sprout to a majestic giant in the span of seconds.
The colors were impossibly vivid—emerald greens that seemed to glow from within.
The screen was clear, the verdict undeniable.
"T... Tree class!!" One receptionist shouted, her voice cracking with disbelief, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared at the shimmering image of the oak that still dominated the Screener's surface.
The tree pulsed with a soft, ethereal light, its branches seeming to sway gently as if caught in an invisible breeze, and I could see the reflection of its glory dancing in the receptionist's dilated pupils.
