In a forgotten corner of the universe, where stars gleamed softly overhead, the last gardener roamed among luminous plants. Its metal fingers moved gently over the leaves, a nurturing touch that belied its mechanical nature. These were no ordinary plants — they pulsed with a soft glow, brimming with life, their energy radiating outward into the silent expanse.
As the gardener cared for them, tending to their growth, it also drew power from their brilliance, recharging its own energy reserves through the life force it nurtured. It was a delicate balance, a cycle of life where machine and nature intertwined, each sustaining the other in a world long abandoned by time.