Monolith

“It was a place where one might witness the slow but steady force of nature, carving out the land over millennia. The boulders were not merely stone, but the bones of the earth, laid bare for all to see. They were a testament to time, to endurance. Standing among them, I felt a profound stillness, as if the rocks themselves were ancient sages, holding within them the secrets of the earth. They demanded reverence, and in their presence, I was humbled, my own life reduced to a mere whisper in the long saga of the planet.”

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden