One Hundred and Fifty Years

Time was like water, and it would evaporate inadvertently.

Fifty years later, Eli once again rejected the silver Moon's request to explore a trench along the endless sea's coast.

"It's only grown this little after a hundred years."

In the secret realm, Eli looked at the big tree in front of him and sighed.

Its huge body occupied an area of the secret plane and attracted the surrounding elements. There were many branches, and the green leaves were floating. The branches swayed freely as if it was a dream.

After a hundred years of growth, it had only grown about 0.6 meters.

"But ..."

As Hill grew up, the tree seemed to be gradually changing.

Eli stretched out his hand towards the tree, and a leaf slowly floated into his hand as if he was greeting it, but then quickly retracted it as if he was embarrassed.

"Do you have self-awareness now?" Eli touched his chin and fell into deep thought.