When the sun set was when the President's garden showed just what made it unique. It wasn't the sheer size, spilling out from the buildings in every direction for miles. It wasn't that what appeared to be every plant on the planet coexisting peacefully and healthily. All the rivers, pools, ponds, and fountains that made their way in the wild sprawl of land became pronounced from the vibrant glow that was nearly impossible to see during the day. It wasn't only that though.
All the plants. All of them that fed from the waters of the spring beneath the company headquarters, started to glow as well with their respective colors. Veins in the leaves, steams, and flowers pulsed with what seemed to be a collective hum, every rustle of the wind or creature moving through it sent off harmonious chords and notes, each one slightly different from the neighbor beside it.
From years of living in a barren wasteland of a dying world, Frederick wasn't sure he could handle the view, the scents that mixed together and wafted their way up to his balcony. He gripped the banister tightly, refusing to look away, he would rather pass out from being overwhelmed than disrespect the beauty and hope that the President worked so hard to nourish and bring to the rest of this decrepit world.
"And I had been sent to kill her," he thought, and felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. Even after the attempt had ended in humiliation for him, President Rikkia Angelius had put him in this grand, comfortable room that was almost too comfortable for a soldier like him. With this view. This perfect view.
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