It began to hear a very loud noise, the rain began to hit
with everything, while they continued the passage through the tunnel guided by
the connoisseurs of these. This tunnel was quite wide, people could not be too
tight, and there were magical shapes of tree roots and different plants on its
walls, it was almost like a museum of fine arts, and one of the Horguis began
to explain these works of art. nature.
When you see a root, do not look at it as if nothing, admire
its beauty because there is power in them, imagine a little seed, helpless
alone in a sea of sand sunk deep in the immense darkness of the earth - what
does this little seed? - Take courage and begin to sprout in honor of life,
water your body with her own tears, her destiny is to see the sun shine, her
impulse is to breathe the pure air of the morning, then expand her roots below,
and on the surface it dazzles with its beauty, but magic always happened down
there first, being alone.
-then-continued the horguis. In order to appreciate a root
imagine it from its beginnings since she was alone in the darkness only so they
will understand it, and its superficial part is only a reflection of its own
soul.
Everyone was surprised by such a beautiful story, although
Kiasio already knew, whenever they told this story was excited as if it were
the first time he heard.
