You look closer at the stone, pushing aside the lush water ferns and their curling tendrils to expose more of the picture. Though worn by ages and crumbled by the leafy fingers and fronds of climbing plants you can see what appears to be a fragment of a story. It looks like some sort of explosion destroying an ancient city, figures, the stone almost crumbling in places, flee away as ripples of some force seem to eminate from the destruction. Only one face is left with any discernable features, having been relatively sheltered in a lee of the carving from the gradual smoothing of the stream's wet season caress. The expression of fear, confusion and loss on the equine featured face is so great that you have to turn away, letting the fronds fall back in place. Despite it's age all the loss and suffering of those beings so long ago still seems to be held by the stone. The carved runes below and above the image is unfamiliar to you look up from the stone at a soft noise nearby. Image of stone pending ^_^ Curious? email me and tell me to get a wriggle on!!