He was standing in a massive, underground cathedral made of twisting, golden-brown pillars. The air smelled of damp earth and life. Above him, a voice rumbled like distant thunder. "You seek the answers, little botanist?"

The scene shifted. He was suddenly high in the air, surrounded by the emerald green of a leaf's interior. Sunlight felt like a physical warmth, and he saw tiny gates opening and closing—the stomata. He watched the plant breathe, trading gases with the wind. "Structure determines function," a chorus of cells sang.

Kirill closed his eyes, trying to remember the lesson. Suddenly, the illustrations in his workbook began to shimmer. The green diagrams of cells and stems seemed to pulse with a faint, emerald light. Before he could blink, the room dissolved.

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