Dusty golden sunlight illuminated the smooth curved edges of a hollowed out hallway in a grand tree. Netta rushed through the golden beams, a red folder tucked under her arm.

When she finally stopped, it was at a rounded door. She took a moment to catch her breath. Once calmed down, she straightened herself and knocked.

"Come in," a tired voice called.

Netta waited a beat before turning the handle and opening the door. Inside, pale blue flowers lit a domed room, a large cluster of them hanging from the center of the ceiling....