Around a glowing core it grew. Tendrils reached outward, guided by sightless touch and fuelled by the purest energy source of all. Roots crept down through soft soil, seeking ever more moisture in endless depths below. Spring came and green blades rose skyward, saplings and branches reaching out for two haves of a broken sphere. Both were found, each in its own corner, scarred and scuffed and ingrained with salty sand. In time the two became entangled as the vast garden grew around them. Pulling and tugging even as it extended and blossomed, it dragged them inward toward the secret light. In that chamber, at last, they interlocked as the searching life-threads entered and spun them together. Dark moths and bright butterflies converged to witness a pale stretch of curving skin on a bed of shade and a dribble of sweet sap from pink lips as the sun itself filtered down between two connecting forms. From the sphere, new waters came, of a colour and texture never before witnessed by any of the living creatures. The earth sighed as it received this miraculous gift, and new colour seeped quickly into every leaf and stalk.

Sated for a moment, the sacred grove surged once more...