She knew what would happen next. The authorities would come. They would tear out the garden, sterilize the soil, and seal the sub-level forever. That was the way of things. The arcology did not allow miracles.
Oriko turned off her headlamp.
On the twenty-first night, it bloomed.
The next night, it had grown six inches. Himawari Wa Yoru Ni Saku
Then, on the fifteenth night, she saw it. She knew what would happen next