The mature radishes rose from the earth as if invisible hands were lifting them.
They floated through the air in orderly rows.
The roots and leaves separated cleanly, each vanishing into storage.
Sienna did not move. Not until the last radish disappeared.
Then she strode quickly to the barn.
The storage display appeared before her.
There they were.
Radishes.
Radish leaves.
Stored separately and perfectly categorized.
For one stunned second, she could only stare.
Then she clenched her fist.
"Yes!"
Her voice rang across the farm. She laughed, the sound bright and full of relief.
The Spatial Farm was not merely a game system. It was an obedient world.
A world that listened.
A world that understood intent.
A world in which her will was law.
The realization sent a shiver through her.
In this place, she was not merely a player. She was sovereign.
After the surge of excitement subsided, Sienna stood quietly and looked around the Spatial Farm.
