Stone Witness

I remember when they carved me from mountain heart. When incense filled these halls and devotees climbed these steps with reverent feet. When our waters ran clear with sacred springs, not the murky depths that now embrace my base.

My wings, once sharp-edged and proud, have softened under time's patient fingers. My siblings stand guard beside me, our vigil unchanged while empires crumble and forests rise and fall.

Sometimes, in the violet dusk, I hear ancient hymns echoing across the water. Or perhaps it's just the wind, singing through the hollows of what we once were, of all we silently remember.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and today is Day 20. This amazing challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.