Seeds planted there, even if left unattended, could one day grow into magnificent trees.
A single seed did not need constant guidance to grow. It did not require its planter to stand beside it every day, ensuring every branch extended in the correct direction.
Given enough time, it would naturally adapt to its environment, sink its roots deeper, and reach toward the sky on its own.
Humanity was no different.
For centuries, Zen had treated itself as the gardener of civilization. Whenever a problem emerged, he stepped in. Whenever humanity stagnated, he pushed it forward.
Whenever disaster threatened progress, he positioned himself as the one responsible for correcting the course.
But perhaps that had been his mistake all along.
A gardener who constantly uprooted his plants to inspect their growth would only kill them.
A gardener who refused to let branches grow freely would never witness how far they could truly reach.
