Placed by hand known as unknown, though with knowledge and craft. Stones rolled, carried, placed.

Why?

A rhythm of planned order and grace perhaps? Random chance? Driven emotions of explanations beyond demand?

It cared nothing for the whims of fancy those with trinkets worn about their bodies, as if this would give them meaning and understanding.

Time beyond measure though, used as if that was all that truly existed. But what would they do if gravity held no sway? No mass? If time was yesterday, today and tomorrow all rolled up into one and stacked…