The Human-Body Fruit Is an Elf!

That seed began to sprout. It split open the chaos and stretched out a tender green shoot.

The shoot was very small, very tender, as if it would snap at the slightest touch.

Yet it grew tenaciously, bit by bit, inch by inch.

One year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

That shoot grew into a tree.

A tiny tree. It was only as tall as a person, with sparse branches and leaves, and shallow roots.

But it was alive. It was growing.

Ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years...

That tree grew taller and taller, larger and larger.

Its trunk was as thick and powerful as a mountain.

Its branches and leaves were as luxuriant as the sea.

Its roots plunged deep into the earth, spreading in every direction.

It towered into the clouds, blotting out the sky and sun.

"This is me."

The old man's voice echoed through the illusion. That voice carried a trace of emotion, a trace of pride, and also a trace of... loneliness.

Loneliness across countless years.

All alone, on this stretch of land, he grew in silence.

No companions, no communication, no living beings to keep him company.

Only wind, only rain, only sunlight and moonlight.

In the illusion, time continued to flow.

Finally, on a certain day—

It began to bear fruit.

At first, those fruits were very small.

Round and green, like ordinary fruit.

They hung from the branches, swaying in the wind, making faint rustling sounds.

But as time passed, those fruits began to change.

On their surfaces, small depressions appeared one after another.

Those depressions grew deeper and larger.

In the end, they became eyes, noses, mouths, ears!

Those round fruits had actually grown facial features!

They hung on the tree, swaying in the