Seeds

The Argon are a complex and unapproachable people. They were made from humble dust, but they have forgotten that over the ages. They are strong, independent, prideful, and hard. Their hardness has led to a gradual crumbling of self.

This slow decline was the state of things until one was born, who saw the decay and crumble and decided to do something about it. He filled a bag full of promises and hopes, which looked like flower seeds. This man scattered them indiscriminately onto everyone he encountered through smiles and kind and wise words. Some seeds of promise stuck took root, and blossomed, while others fell away.

The environment began to change. The air filtered by hope’s sweet fragrance became fresh and pure. In this fresh air, the Argonites remembered their beginning. They were made from dust, meant for something lovely to dwell in them.

More followed in the man’s footsteps and became ambassadors of truth, beauty, and goodness by emulating his actions and repeating his words. Flowers bloomed in the lives of people. The stink of death and decay faded. The Argonites had hope and a promise of something good and beautiful. The purpose of life became bigger than they were. A movement started and was spreading.