He had first stepped foot into these woods so many years ago. Since he first found this mysterious pedestal lying in the dirt, life had moved on. Once a curious and investigative young boy, he would climb the trees nearby, the ones with the thick branches, and hide for hours, hoping to uncover some secret. Spying on this ancient mound of material, he would ponder the possibilities of its existence.
Was it made by men? Or was it natural? The patterns on the surface were so intricate and precise, it seemed like the hand of man must've had its influence on it. But the shapes were nothing that he recognized. And it's flawless fusion with the ground made it seem as if it had grown straight out of the earth, some extraordinary burst of natural power and expression. Perhaps an attempt by the very core of the earth to communicate with the creatures parading about on the surface.
The young boy named Romulo Hiramato wondered these things and more. The old man that he'd become had never resolved those mysteries. This beautiful and wondrous object had become a totem for his life, representing the part of life unchangeable and immutable.
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