I walk the path, far into the woods, and suddenly lose my way. Ahead, I sense an energy, one I haven’t felt all day. I see it rising, high above me, covered in moss from the land, and realize I am no longer lost, for this stone shows the path, well planned.

It tells me to journey onward, no need to fear this place; for here is where the spirits dance, how I long to see their face. I marvel at this majestic sight, on a marble slab, it stands; and with its mighty energy, I bow, and clasp my hands.

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