Tremendous gearwheels stood still as it seemed forever. The giant beast was dead. And its owner with appearance no less gruesome was slowly toiling through dark rooms. He felt himself defenseless, broken, hopeless. He wanted to disappear, to hide away so nobody could ever find him. He couldn’t believe in what happened. All of that seemed so unreal. The single time in his life luck smiled to him and he managed to spoil everything. His mother was right. He couldn’t do anything properly.
He hit one of the machines in despair and suddenly something small and bright fell from it and landed softly on the floor. He kneeled down to pick up the small object, but his hand froze in midair. Making a huge contrast with a dark floor there lay a piece of Truffula tuft. He looked at it not daring to touch it. He felt as he had no right to do it, as if he will touch it, it will disappear. But now this tiny object was more significant than ever. He couldn’t just leave it there and eventually he picked it up as carefully as possible. The magical thing gleamed slightly in the faint sunset light that was coming through factory windows. It was so soft and beautiful. Ideal material… He owed this magical thing everything he achieved and he treated it like that.
He sat down on the floor looking at the piece of pink fluff and remained still until the last beams of the sunlight faded in the horizon and darkness came in the valley for years.