From the highest crest of an ancient mountain stood a stone—a towering monument sculpted by the gentle and patient artistry of the universe itself. Here, under skies older than thought, the stone first awoke, catching the first rays of the sun, feeling the cool breath of passing clouds, hearing whispers of winds from distant lands. It began its life indifferent to time, proud and immovable, bearing witness as empires rose and empires fell, as forests flourished and oceans receded.
