The wood was majestic; it was surprisingly flat and enchantingly smooth. Along its surface, the wood possessed minuscule indents. The scenery was almost perfect, except for the deep chasm of darkness in between the wood.

But this was not an obstacle to the snail; it was a challenge. The gap between the two measly pieces of wood felt as if there was a chasm in between. When gazing down into the never-ending chasm, the snail almost feels as if the immense blackness will pull it down to its death.

Hoping to prevent such disastrous event, it elongated its body to reach across the board as its slimy body reflects the bright sunlight. The sunlight shone on its shell as well. The heaviness of the spiral-shaped shell weighed down on the snail, who was struggling to make it across.

Despite the shell’s beauty, the shininess and smoothness of the exterior was not merely a shell; it was a burden. No matter how hard the snail elongated itself across the wood, it appears to be to no avail. The shell pulled its weight down every centimeter the snail moved. Trying to defy the laws of gravity, the snail pulled itself up under the scorching rays of the sunlight. Wincing at the bright light, the snail continued to focus on its path and hoped it would eventually conquer such a tedious challenge.

Yet the snail never gave up, stretching its entire body to the point its antennas faced entirely forward. It continued to do so, refusing to give up.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.