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00:00In the middle of a vast green prehistoric valley stood a sleeping giant, Mount Crido,
00:06an ancient volcano blanketed in moss and mystery. To most dinosaurs it was simply part of the
00:13landscape, tall, majestic, and harmless. After all, it hadn't made a sound in generations.
00:20Living near its base was a tall and gentle Brachiosaurus named Sora. Unlike the other
00:26dinosaurs, Sora wasn't loud or boastful. She didn't stomp or roar for attention. Instead,
00:32she observed, she listened. She noticed the small things others ignored. Each morning,
00:38while the young raptors raced and the Stegosaurs argued over shade, Sora would stretch her long
00:44neck to the sky and watch the birds fly. She would place her feet gently on the earth and feel the
00:50vibrations others missed. She'd sniff the breeze for changes, however faint. One day, Sora felt
00:57something different. The birds, usually loud and restless, were gone before dawn. The ground had a
01:04soft, pulsing tremble, barely noticeable. And the air, it carried a strange, bitter smell. The volcano
01:12hadn't roared, but it was whispering. That evening, she went to the others.
01:16I think we should leave this valley, she said softly. Something is wrong with the volcano. It
01:23doesn't feel safe. The younger dinosaurs chuckled. The volcano. It's been quiet forever, said Ruck,
01:32a bold young raptor. You're just too sensitive, long neck. An elder Triceratops squinted at her.
01:39The earth always shifts a little. That's normal. You worry too much. Sora didn't argue. She wasn't one
01:46for fights. But she knew what she felt. And she had to do something. So, she went to those who would
01:53listen. A group of young hatchlings. A few elderly dinosaurs who trusted her instincts. And even a
01:59couple of shy pterosaurs who had noticed the skies behaving oddly. Follow me, she said gently. Let's go
02:07to higher ground. Just for tonight, the group left quietly under the moonlight, climbing a steep hill far
02:14from the base of Mount Crito. Soared them carefully, watching the stars, listening to the trees,
02:22trusting her heart. That night, as silence blanketed the valley, the sky suddenly cracked open with a
02:30sound louder than thunder. The ground shook violently. Mount Crito, once silent and still, erupted
02:37in a burst of fire smoke and molten lava. The valley below turned red and hot. Trees were swallowed.
02:44Rocks flew through the air. The dinosaurs who had mocked Sora tried to flee, but many couldn't escape
02:50in time. From the hilltop, Sora and her small group huddled together, watching in awe and sorrow. Tears
02:58welled in her eyes. Not for being right, but for those who hadn't listened. In the days that followed,
03:05survivors came to her. We should have listened, Rocks said quietly, head lowered. You saw what
03:12none of us did. Sora didn't gloat. She only nodded and said, Sometimes the earth doesn't shout. It only
03:19whispers. We have to choose to hear it. From then on, Sora's quiet voice was heard. Dinosaurs came to her
03:25for advice. They learned to watch, to listen, and to trust those who didn't always roar the loudest.
03:32And in the heart of the recovering jungle, the legend of the Brachiosaurus who listened to the
03:37whispers of the earth lived on for generations. Moral of story is that wisdom doesn't always shout.
03:44Often, it speaks softly. Listen to the quiet ones. They see what others miss.

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