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in the hush of the twilight...where the wild winds implore...rose the tale of the molten heart...deep in the earth’s core...it pulsed with the fire of beginnings long past...a memory of mountains...of futures uncast...the stones stood tall in a balance so thin...one atop the other...where silence had been...they whispered of ages...of rivers run dry...of stars that had fallen from a crow-haunted sky…around them the watchers...the furred and the winged...deer with soft eyes...and raccoons gently ringed...porcupines bristled with stories untold...while crows spun the air with their feathers of coal…each stone bore a tale etched deep in its skin...of battles with glaciers...of thunder within...the first spoke of fire...of magma’s bright song...of forging the world where all creatures belong…the second told stories of sorrow and grace...of moss-covered ruins and time’s quiet pace...it held in its silence the weight of the years...and shimmered with echoes of laughter and tears…a web stretched above them...spun silver and wide...a tapestry holding all truths that abide...images flickered...of birth...death...and lore...of the spider who weaves what was lost evermore…the sky hung with crows...like thoughts in the air...dark-winged historians with secrets to share...they circled the stones...they called to the crowd...their voices like thunder...their silence so loud…and there on the outcrop...beneath cloud and wing...the creatures all listened to what stones could sing...a person sat quiet...heart open and bare...learning the stories the stones chose to share…they sing of the balance...the fire and the stone...of the web that remembers what once was unknown...let the crows be your chorus...the deer your refrain…