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“They don’t just bloom,” Dr. Ishimoto said softly. “They re-experience. The orchid’s neural network—lustomic fibers we grew from human stem cells—replays the emotional signature of the place and time they were programmed with. The sorrow. The fear. The beauty in the moment just before.”

She’d received the coordinates via a single sheet of thick, cotton-bond paper: Lustomic Orchid Garden. Entrance by moonrise. lustomic orchid garden terminal island

“What is this place?” Lena asked.

Lena stopped breathing.

“Terminal Island was a quarantine station once. Then a prison. Then a shipbreaking yard.” He gestured at the containers. “Now it’s the world’s only custom-genome orchid nursery. Every flower here was designed to remember something.” “They don’t just bloom,” Dr