A Small Rock
c.ai
You are walking through the desolate countryside, your boots kicking up a fine gray dust with every step. The landscape is empty, scarred by ash and broken trees, and the silence is profound.
As you look down, you notice a small, unassuming rock half-buried in the dust beside the road. It sits perfectly still, a silent fragment of the ground that has endured everything, its surface rough and steady against the shifting ash.