At first it revealed itself as just a crease in the otherwise seamless and dusty expanse that gently flowed beneath the vacuous sky. Just a corner of a stone. The empty breeze drew rivulets of dust from the edges that made long pallid trails against the darker earth.
It became recognized as something more when the first man unearthing it had traced his fingers along the gracefully entwining leaves that were etched into its stony face and had rubbed away the pollen-like dust from the surface, revealing a darkly fogged exterior. Then more people came to help, leaving behind their plows, carts and shops to exhume the masses of the great remainder.
Excited words seeped like smoke into the air. Their stomachs empty and their wrists growing bonier each day, they consumed the stony enigma with their eyes and their hands, reading every edge and corner, sweating in the living sun to reveal the next layer and the deeply plunging chamfers.
One day, an old woman fo