The stones have memories of other times. All of them do if you know what to search for.
They come in many forms, the different layers of sediment in canyon walls. The smooth surfaces of pebbles in a fast-flowing river. The specks of sand. The sparkling crystals in geodes.
Stones remember everything that happened since the formation of the planet, witnessing both the tragedies and the triumphs of Earth, from natural disasters to life taking root.
But only a few people possess the necessary skills to attempt deciphering and uncovering the plethora of stories each stone carries inside it.
While everyone else can only marvel at their beauty and strength.
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