"Push forward, Child."
"I can't, Prophet. I'm too weak to push."
"No, you're not. Push forward. "
"But, Prophet, I have no power. I can't push."
"You have the power, Child. It may be dwindling, but there is power within you. So, push. Give it another try."
"Aah ump, ump," puffed the Child, standing on the ocean floor. "The door isn't opening, Prophet."
"Gently budge against the door when you push."
"If you say so, but it seems like every time I push, the door to the object gets harder to open."
"You're making progress. Don't let the unseen make you think otherwise. Push!" The Prophet commanded.
Aah, ump, ump," came the sounds from the Child as she pushed.
"Prophet! It budged! I can see a tiny crack."
"Can you get through the crack?"
"Not quite, but almost."
"Take a deep breath and push again."
"Aah, ump, ump. Whew," said the Child out of breath, and she sank with her knees on the lily pad to stretch out and rest.
"Can we get through?" The Prophet asked.
"Aah, yes, aah, aah, aah."
"Then, let's go. The lily pad is waiting for you to guide her."
"I want to rest a minute, Prophet."
"You'll have plenty of time to rest afterward."
The Child got up and steered the lily pad through the opened gap with The Prophet sitting on the whale following behind.
"Who would plant such an obstruction in the ocean?"