The Tree That Dreamed in Color
When sleep reveals truth
Every night, its leaves glowed with impossible shades—violet gold, emerald blue, rose silver. A botanist studied it, trying to find pigments. There were none. The colors came from the tree’s dreams. He realized then that dreams do not need to be real to be true.
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