Prompt: I had a vision of the garden flooding through my withered veins. The veil of separation evaporated we became. One within the fall, and blooming into spring. Tendrils fused into my spine as I felt sequoias breathe. I knew the ache of ancients and the innocence of ferns. We shed our isolation, and to soil we returned. width:1536 height:640 aspect:21:9 seed:85422765