once upon a time, long long ago, all the rocks would stand in a circle that > some day would be a henge. > > they would stand in circle, and gaze at their ancestor rocks twinkling in > the sky — their rock stars > > animals would come by, and sniff at them, or eat plants near or on them, > or defecate on them in some manner, or stand in their middle and perform > arcane rituals drawing unimaginable power down from the rock stars in the > sky to the stone henge on the ground. > > … > once one of these rituals was being performed, and a swirling portal opened up, and out stepped … traffick boss? karl? not quite!
another rock. the new rock was new to this world, and the henge stones in a circle, and the star rocks in the sky. it — >
