Time passed, and the slum changed. The children Melissa had helped grew up, their lives shaped by the second chance she had given them. They left the slum, bringing her memory with them, telling her story to anyone who would listen.

In the spot where Melissa’s heart had finally stopped beating, a tree began to grow. Its roots wrapped gently around her heart, which had been buried in a quiet ceremony by Lila and the others.

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The tree stood tall and strong, its leaves glowing faintly at night as if imbued with the last traces of Melissa’s mana. It became a symbol of hope, its story spreading far and wide.

People came from distant lands to see the tree, marveling at its beauty and the tale of the android who gave everything for others.

And though Melissa was gone, her legacy endured—a quiet, enduring reminder that even in a world scarred by cruelty and despair, kindness could take root and flourish.