A lovingly dark and tragic tale of a hermit in the hills and his search for love. |
- In a little hut, on a distant mountain's top, lives an old hermit whose work never stops. - Shaping and molding new lives from stone, he searches for that someone, but has always lived alone. - His quarry is a graveyard filled with the dead. All of the townsfolk, some have said. - Each night he journeys to the stone forest to claim his prize, hoping one will eventually breathe life and open her eyes. - Though each failure adds to the evermounting toll, he carves his next love straight from his soul. - And one night a sculpture would open her eyes. Wearing a beautiful stone smile, she would begin to rise. - The hermit, weary and exhausted, would step back and plea, "After this many years, can it finally be?" - His stone love would smile and draw him near. She would whisper and console, telling him not to fear. - His love had finally awoken - And as he opened his mouth to let out a triumphet roar, he felt his chest heave, and knew no more. - His heart had broken, to be alone so long. To be deprived of love hurts so wrong. - His stone love took him in her arms, and carried him to his quarry, the everquiet graveyard. - Nestling him inside a recent opened grave, she covered him with dirt, under the moonlight's rays. - Taking her place beside her lover and creator, she smiled up at the moon, and ceased moving forever. - Love is stone that cannot be broken. |