The courtyard held a rare sight – ancient trees reaching upwards towards the Earth floating in space above the dome. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Are they real?” Shyla whispered, staring at the trees.
“They are,” Faye said, "we brought them here before the impact and they were old already then.”
Shyla lost all interest in us and walked towards the nearest old tree – an oak. When she reached it, she leaned against the bark, spread her hands – and disappeared from view as if she had walked straight inside the tree trunk.
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