The Mountain That Slept for Centuries
Awakening the Giant Within
Legends said the mountain was alive, a sleeping giant resting beneath stone and soil. Villagers avoided its slopes, fearing they might disturb it. One day, a curious child climbed to its summit and placed her ear against the ground. She heard a deep, rhythmic pulse—slow, ancient, patient. She whispered stories to the mountain, hoping to lull it further into peace. Over time, the mountain warmed, flowers blooming along its ridges. Elders panicked, believing the giant was waking, but the child knew better: mountains don’t wake in anger—they wake in response to kindness. When a drought struck the valley, the mountain rumbled, releasing streams from its caverns to water the land. People finally understood: the mountain had not been sleeping—it had been waiting to be spoken to with love, not fear.
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