As difficult as it is to fuck with the plants, especially since they will inject their toxins into the air in an attempt to save their asses, it is even more difficult to fuck with the earth. Rock bends, but not like the plants do. Rock can be melted and molded, but this happens way after the plants burn off. Rock is silent, it makes no noise, until a small hairline fracture upsets its balance, and then rock is unstoppable. It introduces the earth's molten core to the surface, sets surroundings on fire, and hurls chunks of hot rock into the air with one purpose: to patch up that hairline fracture damage that caused the chaos in the first place. It changes landscapes and entire ecosystems as it moves.

So many would think that seen this way, rock is destructive. On the contrary though, rock is transformative. Rock knows that what can survive the clashes will, and what cannot will be transformed. The earth wastes nothing, and existence never ends. The princess' life would end in a split second when compared to this process of transformation rock. Now her roots had reached their destination, and it was time for the lava to feed the roots that fed the song that fed the plants that fed the earth that spewed the molten rock with all the transformative power throughout the entire world.

It was time for the earth's sun to breathe again. No dynamite ever created could destroy the rock. It may chip away at it a bit, but just a bit of lava could heal that wound. I challenge you to try and blow up an entire continent, let me know what you discover. Other's ridiculous notions and unwarranted emotions were like that bitty stick of dynamite trying to make the mountains bow. Only the earth's lava had that power, and the princess now knew the lava song. Rock may seem incredibly impenetrable, but it feels every vibration, every tune, every song.