Once, there was a tiny seed buried deep in the soil. It was cozy there, safe and hidden from the world. But one day, the seed felt a strange pull—a longing to grow, to reach for the light. It was scary. The seed had never known anything but the darkness.
As it began to push upward, a storm rolled in. The wind howled, the rain poured, and the seed trembled. "Why is this happening?" it thought. "I’m not strong enough for this." The storm felt endless, and the seed wondered if it would ever see the sun.
But deep down, the seed remembered something its roots had whispered: "Storms don’t last forever." So, it held on. It didn’t try to fight the storm or pretend it wasn’t scary. It just focused on staying grounded, one moment at a time.
Days passed, and the storm began to fade. The seed, now a little sprout, peeked above the soil. The world was still messy, but the sun shone, and the air smelled fresh. The sprout realized something: the storm had watered the soil, strengthening it. Without the rain, it might never have grown at all.
As time went on, the sprout grew into a tall, beautiful plant. It still faced storms—some big, some small—but it knew it could weather them. And when it saw other seeds struggling in the dark, it would whisper, "You’re stronger than you think. The sun is waiting for you."
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...and now a thunderstorm
A little update
Lost Loved Ones *Trigger Warning*
The silver lining while surrounded in fog... 😃 what does the air smell like in your world? Get outside! 
Cant stand the physical pain
