Zhuo spent the night sketching. Using her design expertise, she realized the city's ventilation shafts were like the veins of a giant body. If they could plant the crystalline seeds at the "Heart"—the central power hub—the oxygen would be naturally replaced by the tree's life-force.
Zeeshaan worked on the engine of their old car, modifying it to carry the weight of the massive silver sapling they had prepared. "I'm rerouting the cooling system to keep the roots hydrated during the journey," Zeeshaan explained, grease once again smearing his face.
They weren't just fixing a machine; they were designing a new future. As the sun rose, they loaded the glowing plant into the back. The journey back into the neon darkness began.