Gray fog descends, and civilization collapses.
I'm no hero, just an ordinary person trying to survive.
That is, until vines start growing from my right arm, and I discover that this disaster is a "gardening experiment" conducted by a higher civilization. They call us "weeds to be pruned."
Fine.
Then let them see how weeds can grow into a forest that pierces the sky.
This is a story of falling, taking root, and being reborn.
A new author’s first book
