This place seems like a celestial vault, a hidden gorge where light itself was said to fall from the stars.
The jungle that surrounded the vault was thick and silent, broken only by the low hum of unseen life. At the heart of it stands a figure; not living, not dead. A person, once. Now stone. Frozen in reverence or warning, no one can say.
Legends tell of the one who climbed the rock when the first light fell. Some say they tried to speak with what lay beyond the sky. Others believe they were offered a choice and chose wrong... or chose too well.
At present, the light returns, sharper and more vibrant than ever. No one dares climb anymore. But some watch from below. And sometimes, when the jungle holds its breath, they swear they can hear a whisper.