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Donatello was like a rock.
Rocks are immutable, yet never the same.
A rock would always be a rock, and a Donatello would always be a Donatello.
Always ingenious, always a dreamer, always carrying the weight of being an inventor.
Donatello was like a rock.
Stones had stories, coming from great mountains or the depths of oceans. They could once be immense boulders, that little by little over the years became small pebbles that fit in your palm.
Tales of how, little by little, as they explored the world, their grandeur was lost like dust. Great mountains become small pebbles, and great dreamers become quitters.
Donatello, like the rock, was firm, persistent, and strong. A rock can be used to protect and to attack, just like Donatello and everything he creates.
Donatello was like a rock.
A rock, as forgettable as a Donatello. So easy to ignore, because if you've seen 100 identical stones, why would this one be even slightly different?
Like a rock, so protective of those he loves and so more firm in his principles. Unlike thunder, he was not fast, unlike the ocean, he was not turbulent, and unlike the breeze, he was not mutable. A rock would always be a rock, no matter how broken it became nothing would change that.
No matter how hard you try, nothing would change that.
Donatello was like a rock.
No matter how fierce the storm, no matter how hot the fire or how disastrous the hurricane, the rock remained firm. It could crack, but it would never move from its place.
It would always be so, no matter how much the world tried to bring him down, Donatello remained firm in his place, facing the world with determination.
Giving up was not an option, even though he failed thousands of times, he would never stop moving forward. Like a rock, persistent despite the changing world.
Rocks were all the same, no matter how much they changed a rock would always be a rock. Yet, they were still drastically different.
Rocks could have many colors, they could be changed in any way you imagine. And despite being so similar, they could be so unique.
Purple, blue, orange, and red. Rocks could have all colors, just like Donatello could have all dreams.
From a brilliant chemist to a formidable mechanic. From a doctor to a builder. From a hacker to a fighter.
Donatello was a rock.
But a rock could be whatever you wanted, as long as you had the creativity to make it into what you imagined.
Donatello was immutable, yet never the same.