Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Much like Kinloch, Anselm had not seen enough of what stood before them to formulate much of an opinion. In truth, he did not have the life experience to draw from at all, and did not know that stones housed thousands of secrets many years older than his very species' bloodline. Little did Anselm know this stone held a secret older than even the mammalian epoch.

He followed after Kinloch, noting the tug of water underfoot. The boulder loomed closer. Anselm drew himself alongside the impossible berth, noting something dark enscrypted on the rock's face. Maybe. It does seem like it - I think that is the old riverbed. He pointed to the left, where reeds grew and the water trickled. What's that thing, up there? Anselm motioned to the freshly split face, where something dark stood in perpetuity, its frame alien and unknown to the boy.