Very soon there is a new tree standing in the woods of the Xavier institute. Anyone looking upon it would be unable to tell that it was once a student.
Your toes have grown long and dug into the soil. Your arms have grown high and sprouted a healthy growth of leaves. Everything else has merged into a single thick trunk, and your facial features and now just a couple of knots in the bark, two round marks for eyes and a larger hole for a mouth.
With a long sigh that rustles your branches, you breath in the CO2 and relax. The earth is rich between your toes, the sun is strong on your leaves.
Being a plant was a great way to unwind, you found. Just standing around on a sunny day was a great way to replenish energy.
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