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Valley of Flowers
This is the story of Course Flow, a collective of wonderful, revolutionary individuals, each a bright and resilient character who stands steadfast in the face of their trials. Their journey is one of unity, creativity, and perseverance.
Written by Sofia Alexa, one of the participants herself, this tale captures the essence of a group bound together by shared ideals and a desire to make a difference. Through challenges and triumphs, Courses Flow forges ahead, leaving an indelible mark on the world.
Join us as we explore the extraordinary lives and experiences of these remarkable people.
Once upon a time, a very wise and kind being created a beautiful corner of nature in this world, a place of harmony where weary travelers could stop, calm themselves, take a break from the hustle and bustle, refresh themselves, gather strength, soak in love and care, find hope, and be alone with their true selves. This blessed place was called the Valley of Flowers, and it was magnificent. Various flowers grew there, the grass rustled, birds sang, and you could hear the water murmuring in a nearby stream. A warm sun shone over the valley, gentle rains fell, and a rainbow often appeared in the sky.
But one day, instead of kind travelers, strange creatures with stone hearts appeared in the valley and began to consider it their own. They seized it but claimed they were protecting it from possible invasions by barbaric travelers. To achieve this, they said the valley needed to be fortified with stones. First, they decided that the singing, freely flying birds were a nuisance. They declared that the valley would be better without them, instructing the birds to either stay silent or leave forever. The stone-hearted creatures couldn't hear the birds’ songs and didn’t want them to see that there were no barbaric travelers. The birds didn’t want to leave their beloved valley. Fearing that the stone-hearted ones might start throwing stones at them, the birds stopped singing, and their voices fell silent. They began flying only when the stone creatures fell asleep. The flowers, used to the birds' songs, became confused and sad. They started eagerly waiting for those moments when the birds would fly over the valley, just to see them again. But this life brought no joy to the birds, and they began to leave. Those who stayed eventually stopped singing altogether.
As time passed, the stone-hearted beings began grumbling about the rainbow. They disliked that it had so many colors and that whenever it appeared in the sky, everyone forgot that the valley was no longer free, that it now had owners. The stone-hearted beings learned that the rainbow appeared after the rain, so they began driving away the clouds. The flowers grew even sadder. The rainbow was their hope, and the rain was their resource.
The wind, having learned from the birds and clouds about the valley's plight, sought help from the stream. For a time, the wind and the stream managed to support the flowers. Kind travelers also came to help. But it was never enough for the stones. They wanted the valley to exist only as they wished.
The flowers endured this stone tyranny for a long time, but eventually, they’d had enough.
The stone-hearted beings did not pay much attention to the flowers. "They grow and bloom; eventually, we can plant vegetables there instead, like potatoes," they thought.
Among the flowers, however, there were many who were brave, intelligent, kind-hearted, empathetic, loving, hopeful, and full of dreams. Each of them had a living, open, sincere heart. They loved their valley and wanted the birds to sing again, the rains to fall, and the rainbow to return. They wished for kind travelers to once again rest in their valley. They didn't want it to turn into a barren, stony wasteland.
It was very difficult for them, but they gathered together and thought about how they could fight against the stone-hearted beings, how to keep their hearts alive, how to support each other, and how to protect their beloved valley.
Over time, some of the stones began to admire the flowers, and their own hearts started to come alive. Birds began to fly over the valley once more, and they spread the word that there had never been any danger from barbaric travelers. Soon after, the clouds and rain returned, and finally, rain fell in the valley again. After the rain came the long-awaited rainbow of hope.
Once again, this wondrous world began to revive and flourish, a place where flowers care for one another, help each other through hardships, cry and stay silent together, smile and share with one another, and provide comfort and strength. They allow each other to take a break from the chaos, to refresh, gather strength, soak in love and care, find hope, and be alone with their true selves.
It’s not by chance that this blessed place is called the Valley of Flowers. The flowers once made an important choice from a state of open hearts, rooted in values of love. And they know that their rainbow will always be with them.
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