Chapter Two: The Immortal Gardeners, Part Three

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Ystafell Anfeidredd was a unique, classified area of Hafan. A chamber for the Llywydd's private use. It was assembled near the summit of the structure, underneath an embellished roof of undulating, midnight-blue thorns. A crown for the Saeru's most innovative design. Although closer to the atmosphere than the topsoil from which it germinated, the architect Ystyried Trinsaer had painstakingly devised a system of energy conduction for the chamber that allowed the Llywydd efficient access to Sylfaenydd's power. Hidden veins of silica-rich water traversed underground between a lake on the outskirts of the city and a natural repositry embedded within the crust of the planet. These particles of water evaporated under Tanwen's radiance, condensed into the lake and produced energy on their journey though the mantle, only to be reabsorbed and begin again. Llywydd Tywysydd commended this feat of engineering, but as leader, there was no opportunity to understand its operation.

Cyson emerged from a vertical displacement field that had transported them directly from the conference. A familiar Calan loitered in the chamber, their crooked Coronwraidd as atypical as the Llywydd remebered. They were fascinated by the Coeden growing from the dense cluster of Craigfywyd roots in the centre of Ystafell Anfeidredd. A more elaborate example than any Calan had witnessed. It was a tempting apparatus, and if Trinsaer's calculations were right, with enough power to initate an entirely new city on top of Prifddinas.

Amynedd Gwyliwr. Goleuni Tanwen. Apologies for the delay. The Ystyrtwr were summoned. The quantum web inside the Llywydd's private auditorium was an isolated zone. Signals reverberated from the restricting barrier like a subatomic echo.

Unnecessary, Llywydd. Gwyliwr's Enaid was unlike any other Calan's. Unforthcoming and muffled. Antithetical to the unifying credence of the species. At some distant past, the Llywydd found it a nuisance, but time had made its presence sour, and become sinister. Calan memories wither and perish at the rate of Human empires. Although the memory of choosing my title is long lost to time, I understand its meaning. I am the "patient watcher". Patience is my galwedigaeth. A watcher of the cosmos primarily, but the contents of your humble lair will suffice.

The Coeden is unique. Cyson approached the scientist with ease. Conscious that Gwyliwr's quantum ambience could be passionate.

Beautiful. Limitless. Resolutions at the scale of the Universe could originate from this very source. Most have, I imagine?

The Llywydd activated the Alawcloch with a casual cerebral gesture. The font of energy stored within the underground repositry powered a melody. Its beguiling sound captured the focus of both Calan for an instant. The responsibility of the Llywydd is to conduct burdensome deliberations. Edicts that are ofttimes reluctantly legislated. The Coeden is my supplement; a window into reality that mitigates every complication. Yes, it is beauiful and limitless, Cymydog. But also practical.

Does the Universe incur so much burden?

Even for Calan, the Universe requires discipline. Though Gwyliwr possessed much patience, Cyson could not allow time to be wasted. What of the Incubus? Five axis-rotations have been provided for Cangen Seryddiaeth. What are your conclusions?

The reticence intensified around Gwyliwr. A fortress created from an apprehensive mind. Despite exhaustive research, the bane of Humanity has remained...deceptive. Do I have permission? They indicated unsubtly towards the Coeden.

Needless to say.

An equation formulated, mingling with the music. Intricate computations brought about finite details within the local network. Gwyliwr's skilful mastery of the web impressed the Llywydd; a reminder of the scientist's precision. Branches of the Coeden shivered into life and the energy shifted through complex trajectories. Their pathways sketched a three-dimensional image in the air. The Incubus. Or at least the space in which it existed.

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