Cain walked along a rugged, rocky terrain guided by the soft gurgle of a narrow stream that wove across the land. Tiny rivulets of water danced through crevices in the stone, carving tiny pathways over time.
The liquid moved slowly, each drop persistent in its journey forward until it finally disappeared into the ground. As Cain watched this seemingly insignificant stream, a meaningful light appeared in his eyes. He could see the echoes of countless years etched into the earth. Tiny, steady droplets had, over centuries—or perhaps even millennia—forged a massive gorge stretching across the horizon for thousands of meters!
"Perseverance could reshape entire worlds if granted enough time," Cain murmured to himself. "Its origin was harsh, overcoming unimaginable obstacles, yet it still reached this place and managed to make its mark, altering the landscape one drop at a time."
