The slab juts out from the cliff, not by accident, but by design — crafted as a perch for something immense and ancient. The stars align perfectly with its tip, suggesting an intentional placement.
The people of the valley believe that once, long ago, a celestial being sat upon the slab, watching over their land. The stone now stands abandoned, but the nights grow longer, and the skies darker, as if preparing for the return of the Watcher. Below, the peaceful valley is blissfully unaware of the stone’s true purpose.