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The Alknut Tree
Once upon a time, a little girl was prancing happily across the sunflower meadow. With the sun as her companion, she and her shadow would dance together, ever in synchronized motion found only in the purest of creatures. But, one day, the sun refused to shine and the girl found herself without her faithful companion, who would not dance with her. And without her flowers, who would not cheer for her. The ever joyful girl sat down and cried and cried and cried, until eventually she had cried a river. The river would flow down the small hill the girl frequented, giving life to new creatures, plants and trees alike. But, without the sun, she could not see what she had created. Not a day later, the girl had ceased her endless crying, but the sun still had not returned. Despair caught the girl by surprise, shattering her perfect image of the world around her.
There was no field of pretty flowers. There was no grand river at whose bank she would cry. There was only a different light, not gold, not red, but blue. And where she sat, her shadow would loom once again, leaning against something the girl had not seen before in her life.
"Now we are the same," the shadow said.
The girl was lost in thought at what her loyal companion was saying. Were they not always the same?
"Your world is that of light, where we dance, where the flowers grow and where happiness is taken as granted." She shadow continued.
The girl was even more confused now, but somewhere deep inside, she could feel a strange emotion she had never felt before.
"My world is also that of light, for without light I can not exist. But the light that creates me now is not a blinding light." The shadow turned around and pointed its finger at the strange thing looming over them both.
"One emotion. One world. No awe, catatonic. Dancing to no music, dancing to the habit of the blind." The shadow reached up and grabbed something from the something. The girl still could not give it a name. But, more and more, she would tap into that unknown emotion and a question was burning on her lips:
"What... is that? And where does it come from?" She had experienced curiosity for the first time. The urge to learn more about the world she was living in.
"This, my sweet, is an Alknut Tree. And that which I am holding, is an Alk Tree Nut." The shadow held out its hand, offering the strange new fruit to the girl. Her static happiness gave room to another state of mind and with it, her mind and view of the world had expanded. The girl took the nut and quickly ate it. Never in her whole life had she tasted something as new as this. She quickly reached up to grab another nut, as there were plenty.
"Don't take this tree for granted. It came from you, from the sleeping depths of your heart and mind." The shadow explained.
The tears she cried had not been there to blur her sight, but to open her eyes, to create a guiding tree introduced by the shadow she had also taken for granted. The emptiness engulfing the area lit up and revealed even more unknown creations spread around her.
"Thank you." The words came from the tree. "For giving me life." A talking tree. "I will remain here eternally to act as a beacon of your inner light."
In the morning, when the moon would once again give way to the sun, she would look at the world in a new way. For the first time, she would wake up.
Once upon a time, a little girl was prancing happily across the sunflower meadow. With the sun as her companion, she and her shadow would dance together, ever in synchronized motion found only in the purest of creatures. But, one day, the sun refused to shine and the girl found herself without her faithful companion, who would not dance with her. And without her flowers, who would not cheer for her. The ever joyful girl sat down and cried and cried and cried, until eventually she had cried a river. The river would flow down the small hill the girl frequented, giving life to new creatures, plants and trees alike. But, without the sun, she could not see what she had created. Not a day later, the girl had ceased her endless crying, but the sun still had not returned. Despair caught the girl by surprise, shattering her perfect image of the world around her.
There was no field of pretty flowers. There was no grand river at whose bank she would cry. There was only a different light, not gold, not red, but blue. And where she sat, her shadow would loom once again, leaning against something the girl had not seen before in her life.
"Now we are the same," the shadow said.
The girl was lost in thought at what her loyal companion was saying. Were they not always the same?
"Your world is that of light, where we dance, where the flowers grow and where happiness is taken as granted." She shadow continued.
The girl was even more confused now, but somewhere deep inside, she could feel a strange emotion she had never felt before.
"My world is also that of light, for without light I can not exist. But the light that creates me now is not a blinding light." The shadow turned around and pointed its finger at the strange thing looming over them both.
"One emotion. One world. No awe, catatonic. Dancing to no music, dancing to the habit of the blind." The shadow reached up and grabbed something from the something. The girl still could not give it a name. But, more and more, she would tap into that unknown emotion and a question was burning on her lips:
"What... is that? And where does it come from?" She had experienced curiosity for the first time. The urge to learn more about the world she was living in.
"This, my sweet, is an Alknut Tree. And that which I am holding, is an Alk Tree Nut." The shadow held out its hand, offering the strange new fruit to the girl. Her static happiness gave room to another state of mind and with it, her mind and view of the world had expanded. The girl took the nut and quickly ate it. Never in her whole life had she tasted something as new as this. She quickly reached up to grab another nut, as there were plenty.
"Don't take this tree for granted. It came from you, from the sleeping depths of your heart and mind." The shadow explained.
The tears she cried had not been there to blur her sight, but to open her eyes, to create a guiding tree introduced by the shadow she had also taken for granted. The emptiness engulfing the area lit up and revealed even more unknown creations spread around her.
"Thank you." The words came from the tree. "For giving me life." A talking tree. "I will remain here eternally to act as a beacon of your inner light."
In the morning, when the moon would once again give way to the sun, she would look at the world in a new way. For the first time, she would wake up.
