Fableseed

The world is a desolate wasteland.
Nothing grows here.
Nothing thrives.

You wander through the ruin and wreckage, alone.
Until you see a single green shoot in the decay.
Struggling against the darkness.

You give it water.
There is no response.
There is no sun or warmth.

So you begin to speak.
You tell it tall tales, fantasy fables, silly stories.
Legends, parables, and yarns spun from nothing but hope.

The more stories you share, the taller it grows.
The stronger it becomes.
Until one day, it blooms.

A single, impossible flower — born of imagination.
From it, you gather seeds.
And with them, you grow the last garden at the end of the world.