The city buzzed with the hum of machines, a constant drone that never slept. Skyscrapers loomed, jagged and cold, their facades reflecting a world devoid of green. Kai zipped up his gray jumpsuit and slung his tool kit over one shoulder, blending into the throng of workers marching toward the transit tubes.

His job was routine: maintenance technician for the air filtration systems. Without them, humanity would suffocate under its own fumes. But today, Kai wasn’t heading to his usual route.

Rumors of an abandoned research facility had reached his ears—a place buried so deep beneath the city that even the authorities had forgotten it. Whispers claimed it once housed the last traces of Earth’s natural life, preserved before the planet’s collapse. It was a fool’s errand, but Kai’s curiosity gnawed at him.

Descending into the facility was like stepping into another world. Rusted stairwells creaked underfoot, and the stale air reeked of decay. His flashlight pierced the darkness, revealing walls lined with faded diagrams of plants he’d only seen in history books. Then he saw it: a massive vault door, its steel surface etched with the words “Global Seed Repository.”

Kai’s breath hitched as he pried the door open, revealing shelves of glass vials, each containing seeds suspended in amber liquid. Most were

gone. But one vial sat intact, glowing faintly in the dim light. The label read: "Heliopsis Novus – Experimental Strain."

Kai hesitated only a moment before slipping the vial into his pocket. Whatever this plant was, it could be his link to a world that had been erased.

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Back in his cramped apartment, Kai placed the seed in a nutrient gel he'd stolen from a repair site. For days, nothing happened. Then, one morning, he woke to find a single green sprout pressing against the container's lid.

His pulse quickened. He couldn’t take care of this on his own.

Yara was a name he hadn’t said aloud in years. Once a brilliant biologist, she’d been ostracized after her experiments to revive extinct life had resulted in catastrophic failures. Her theories were dismissed as dangerous fantasies, but Kai remembered her passion—and her desperation.

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When he showed her the sprout, she didn’t ask how he’d found it. She just stared at it, her eyes wide, her hands trembling.

“It’s real,” she whispered.

Together, they built a makeshift greenhouse in an old maintenance tunnel beneath the city. They scavenged UV lights and rigged a crude irrigation system. As the sprout grew, so did its mysteries. Its leaves glowed faintly in the dark, and its roots seemed to break apart even the toughest concrete, digging deep into the ground as if searching for something lost.

One evening, as Yara adjusted the lights, the ground trembled. Cracks spread across the floor, revealing a pocket of soil—rich, dark, and alive. The sight stole their breath. Yara knelt and sifted the dirt through her fingers.

“This… this shouldn’t exist here,” she murmured.

The plant grew faster now, its vines curling and spreading, transforming the sterile tunnel into a lush haven. The air smelled sweeter, and for the first time in Kai’s life, he felt something he couldn’t name—something ancient and primal.

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News of their project spread faster than they’d anticipated. A neighbor who had seen Yara carrying supplies must have reported them. One night, the government’s enforcers came, smashing through their greenhouse with weapons drawn.

“This is illegal research,” the officer in charge barked, his visor reflecting the plant’s radiant glow. “You’re tampering with critical infrastructure.”

Kai and Yara were hauled away, but the plant remained, its vines entwined with the broken tunnel walls.

In a stark interrogation room, they were given a choice: reveal how they had grown the plant and allow it to be “studied,” or face permanent detention.

“It won’t survive in their hands,” Yara whispered to Kai, her voice shaking.

“They don’t care about survival,” Kai replied. “They care about control.”

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When the guards returned to escort them away, the earth shook violently. Alarms blared, and the lights flickered. Through the window, Kai saw vines bursting through the streets above, splitting asphalt and curling around buildings.

The plant had outgrown its confinement.

Chaos erupted as the facility was evacuated. Amid the panic, Kai and Yara slipped through the confusion, escaping to the surface. What they saw stopped them in their tracks.

The city was being overtaken. Vines climbed skyscrapers, their leaves glowing softly, casting an otherworldly light. Flowers bloomed in impossible colors, and the air felt clean, alive. People stumbled into the streets, staring in awe as nature reclaimed its throne.

“This is what it was searching for,” Yara said, her voice trembling with awe. “The earth wasn’t dead—it was waiting.”

For the first time, Kai felt hope.

The last garden wasn’t a relic. It was a beginning.