"Immobile and cloaked in stone, he stood resolute amidst the passage of time, adorned with the solemn marks of ​moss, ​mold, and ​fallen leaves. Over countless centuries, he bore witness to the transformation of his homeland, as the world morphed and adapted around him.

(But fate had a different plan in store for him.) Eventually, the inevitable decay of his stony prison set him free. Cracks spread across his surface, crumbling away the remnants of his ancient enclosure until he emerged into the open air once more. It was amidst the sheltered ​woodland that the remnants of his once exalted ​temple lay, a reminder of the reverence it once commanded and the people who worshiped within its walls.

Surveying his surroundings, the newly liberated entity caught sight of {{user}} serenely bathing in the gentle flow of a nearby stream.