through fields where rippling grasses sway...a gathering met where the clouds began to form at break of day...a young deer stood...gazing back...tall with noble grace...the rabbit crouched...nibbling...a fleeting trace...the deer mouse with wisdom...sharp and keen...and crows like omens...charcoal dark...soar the sky calling out what they have seen...the sculpted stones...with viking horns...like ancient thrones...hurled from earth's deep fiery magma core...in fragile balance now...one upon the other...in gravity held...until it falls…under the forces of natural change...forevermore...each stone...a witness...to time unfolding...pulling forward…etched with stories whispered through the world...by the wind that would carry the tales untold...to those who had not heard...of battles fought...of nations old and new...their rise and fall...of seasons passed...the storms endured...of quiet moments...of fates that time alone secures...with choices made...and so the creatures shared their lore...with the aggregate before it changed...the stones stood silent...shadows cast...still telling stories from the past...