Shurim was holding his hand and stepping forward. Stepping inside the mountain, his eyes sparkled because there were big diamonds everywhere but without greed he kept moving forward.
He was no longer present. Now he was getting frustrated. But he did not learn to give up.
From one mountain to another, from one cave to another, their journey was perhaps more ordeal than ever, for the last resort of hope was attached to this place, but to this mountain.
None of them knew which mountain in the valley was where the mountain fairy lived.
There were many mountains in which there were many paths to choose the right path.
As good as the day had begun; he was falling into despair by nightfall. After working hard all day, he was now leaning against a rock.
‘Everything is useless.’
‘Everyth
