It took a year for that dawn to break. The light broke the night with it's rosy reds and yellow golds. The sky went from royal to indigo before smoothly dissolving into pastel. Sunlight spilled over the horizon and radiated warmth. It touched the peaks before it filled the valleys. The day progressed beautifully and lit every corner, breathed life into every aspect of every being. But behind that dawn was a storm, with furious gray clouds that crept over the horizon like the nightmare that infects the dream. It lingered there, gathering mass and momentum, waiting to strike, no inclination as to when it would hit. That anxiety became routine before it jolted overhead and split across the sky! Thunderous booms and flashes of lightning prompted torrential downpours that gave headway to flash floods. The earth shook and the air hummed with unrelenting energy as it shifted and remade the landscape. Gargantuan trees were brought to the ground, new valleys carved, fresh mountains raised. White hot lightning sparked fires that seared and scorched the scenery. Only after the environment was completely reshaped did Mother Earth barely begin to calm her tits. The harsh downfall of rain lightened up to a calm, tranquil, even serene bath of cool and refreshing water. It healed the burns and scars inflicted and brought new life. Fresh foliage and wildlife drew attention to the new heights of the mountains, new locations to reach and explore that would provide new perspectives at their summits.
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