The Remembering Stone

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They carved the cliff when the river ran differently.

The stone was softer then, newly lifted, its layers clean and receptive to intent. Pine
forests had not yet settled their long patience into the valley, and the animals moved
without the faint hesitation that comes from being watched. The figures were shaped
without haste: three visages, aligned not for symmetry alone but for balance,
proportioned to the land rather than to any measure of themselves. No tools were
left behind. No marks of labor were meant to be read.

The carvings were not a message. They were a record—of presence, of arrival, of
having once stood here long enough to be certain the place would endure.

They did not imagine forgetting.

Wind and water began their work almost immediately. Edges softened. Lines blurred.
What had been precise became suggestive; what had been intentional became
plausible as chance. The stone remembered less each century, until the figures
could be mistaken for weather, for coincidence, for the idle creativity of erosion. By
the time the river found its present course, the carvings no longer required belief.

Life continued beneath them without acknowledgment. Deer returned to the banks.
Birds nested in the pines. The cliff held its shape well enough that nothing seemed
amiss. Anyone who might have looked up would have seen only a familiar wall of
stone, and found no reason to ask what it once was.

This is what it would have looked like, had there been eyes to see it then:
intelligence expressed at monumental scale, and already on its way to becoming
scenery.

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