The Mysterious Mystery, of Stones and Men

The structure on the ancient lava field holds my gaze. I stare at its lumpy surface. I can hear the basaltic bombs whispering, possibly revealing the answer to a mystery. The unsophisticated circular construction changes everything. It changes everything because it exists. Ignoring bleached bony human remains at my feet, I turn my back on the ebony rocks and look down the valley.

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