By his boot was a hint of green. Delicate and fragile against the never ending harsh grey landscape. The only living thing as far as the eye could see. The barren wasteland laying no claim to the beauty except this one thing. "This will be the centre" he proclaimed.
And so they dug. Laying deep foundations. Building high walls. No structure before held such strength, offered such protection.
Within its walls the seedling flourished. Grew strong and proud. Tended and nurtured it became the best it can be. Forever protected, forever loyal and true to its nurturing walls.
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