While Ren drowned in the black mirror's pull, eyes tightly shut, the void around him suddenly bloomed into something transcendent.
He saw it.
An immense, cosmic tree of impossible scale.
Its emerald-green branches stretched across the fabric of space itself, vast beyond comprehension — each branch thicker than entire galaxies, twisting and reaching toward infinite heavens that had no end. The bark was ancient, alive, pulsing with inner light like veins of liquid starfire. Leaves the size of continents shimmered with eternal vitality, never withering, never falling. They glowed with a deep, living green that seemed to contain entire worlds within their veins.
