Intro: This is Manna’s sacred vision of Clean Slate’s seed of peace growing into a tree of harmony. It conveys his dream of unity and patience for a new world.

Long ago, in a time before the sun and moon had found their place in the sky, there existed a world without history, without the scars of war, without the echoes of suffering. This world was a clean slate, where the ground was a canvas for humanity’s dreams, and the sky a blueprint for peace.

In this world, beyond the horizon where land meets sea, lived an ancient wise woman named Clean Slate, the Guardian of Peace. Clean Slate had the ability to read and understand the hearts of people, knowing that peace was not something you could claim, but a garden you had to cultivate.

One day, when the people of this world were still young in their ways and dreams, Clean Slate decided to give a gift—a seed of peace. This seed was no ordinary seed; it carried within it the essence of understanding, love, and collaboration. Clean Slate gathered all the people on a grassy plain where the wind knew no songs of past centuries.

“Listen carefully, children of this new world,” she said with a voice as soft as morning dew. “This seed is your responsibility. Plant it in the soil of your communities, water it with the tears of empathy, and let it grow with the warmth of trust.”

The people, curious and full of hope, accepted the seed. They decided to find a place where the seed could take root and flourish. They chose a valley, surrounded by mountains that had never seen the shadow of war, and there they planted the seed.

But like all seeds, this one needed time to grow. The people learned patience. They learned that peace doesn’t come with haste, but with care. They began telling stories around the seed, stories of a world where every person spoke the language of the other, where opinions differed but were respected, where conflicts were resolved with words, not weapons.

Year after year, as the seed blossomed into a majestic tree, the valley became a place of gathering. People from all corners of the world came to sit beneath its leaves, which glistened with the dreams of peace. The tree bore fruits, each with a different taste—the taste of understanding, of compassion, of collaboration.

Clean Slate, watching from the shadows of time, smiled. “Let this tree be a reminder,” she whispered, “that peace is a verb, something you must plant, tend, and protect every day.”

And so, the world, with its clean slate, became a place where peace was not only an ideal but a living, breathing reality. The people learned that peace doesn’t fall from the sky, but is created by the actions, words, and hearts of everyone. From that day, and forever after, they knew that peace was the only path, a road they had to walk daily, together, beneath the protective branches of the Tree of Peace.

This story would be told and retold, not only as a myth but as a guide, a reminder of the possibility of a world where peace is the only way, because it lies in the hands and hearts of people to make it a truth.