I am the creator
I paint the colors of the sky
Create the movement of the water
Let the trolls rise from the ground
The lost souls run from my head
Down my hair creating alternate realms
I cannot control them anymore
A world of beauty has become a tragedy
A sprout of green grows in the desert
A sign of hope
I send a young girl on an adventure
To save the world
She meets the 3 immortal vikings to ask for guidance
They are relaxing in their hot spring
They say, "Silly girl, we are 3 different colors, but we can live in harmony. There are no disasters here."
She continues her journey to find clarity
Passing by the trolls, she gets scared
But she hears my voice imprinted in her mind
"Must not fear, for the trolls are nature, and nature are the trolls"
The longer she spends with them
She sees them as individuals
As groups of families
Each with a unique story to tell
When she opened up her heart and embraced them
She felt an enormous hug from nature
They entrusted her with the secrets of nature
The wisdom to unlock the hearts of the lost souls
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