Stone giant sleeps now,
Crowned with clouds, a silent watch,
Sky touches its peak.
How does it work?
This description of the stone giant is really vivid. It makes me picture a majestic, still presence. Reminds me of some natural wonders I've seen.
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This description of the stone giant is really vivid. It makes me picture a majestic, still presence. Reminds me of some natural wonders I've seen.