I followed a path, carved around a rock, a rather odd shaped path, somewhat matching the hollow stone that sat there. Moss and grass had gown underneath the rock, almost giving it a skirt-like feature. Or maybe it was a beard? Could this inanimate object be real? I dare move closer to it, now more curious as to its purpose. Gathering myself, trying to rid myself of the fear I was beginning to inhale, I touched it. Nothing. How silly I was to think this rock would have feelings. I climbed up on it, standing tall, overlooking the land, taking in the pastel colors of the sky. I felt a bit heady standing high, so I sat myself down on the stone.

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