The lonely acorn sat wedged in a rock crevice. Every day the forsaken seed endured the elements with little hope of sprouting. One day after nearly giving up hope, a mystical voice echoed in its mind. The mountain? The sun? Its origin wasn't clear, but its message was, "Push. Against all odds, push! Send out your roots and grow!"
It finally felt like the acorn had permission to try. So, it did. It crawled out of its despair, and with the sun still beating down on its little brown cap, the lonely acorn clenched.
"A shallow attempt" the voice whispered. "Push!"
Again, the acorn pushed, but nothing happened.
"Fool! Push! Heave! With all your might, send your roots out!"
The acorn clenched harder this time. It bore down and heaved with all of its might. And just when it seemed like a futile cause, a crack formed in the shell. The struggling seed found new strength in this hope, and doubled its effort. This time the rock itself began shuddering. The fissure which held the seed began cracking more along its length, shaking the mountain to the core.
Finally, rays of bright, intense light shone from the cracks that propagated across the acorn's shell and exploded with roots. The taproot plunged deep into the heart of the mountain, finding a reservoir of pristine, magical water. It sucked it up in its entirety, and the acorn instantly grew into a mighty oak tree, taller than the mountain itself.
"Well done" the voice whispered, and the mountain went to sleep for some time, letting the new majesty bask in its glory.
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