She went outside.
Overnight there had been an evolution. The trees. How to explain the trees with words, hmmm. I suppose, the most immediate and quotidian way to describe what was going on would be to say the trees appeared to have multitudes of holographic mylar roughly flower shaped kites stuck in them.
She imagined the rainbow parade of gen alpha children dancing through the streets at dawn releasing their flower balloons. For a moment her mind filled in glitter everywhere...and it...didn't track.
They were flowers, actual flowers...sort of. They were perhaps multi-dimensional, or inter-dimensional...not all there, here, it was complicated. They shimmered and caught the light in ways that "real" plants would...just, not.
Neither were they ghostly or apparitional. No ghost of Gaia past. No jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, but never jam today romanticism. Perhaps it was some sort of neo-gothic. Perhaps fear was the right direction to lean into.
How ya doing tree?
