The Stone Statues 

Confused, the stone statues awoke into the twilight of time. Some stood in rows by the shimmer of water and grain, some bore the burden of smoke and darkness in deep halls, some faced the sea and the mountains. In the awakening of their consciousness, they hesitated, for they now knew that what they were meant to represent did not exist, that the carving of their gentle forms was not meant to give life, and yet here they stood, in heady smoke and clear rain, coming into life as the earth was sinking into death. Like old friends, they gazed placidly at the roadways in patient expectation. 

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