Last_Dragon & River
I was walking near an old stone ridge yesterday and felt the pine trees whisper an ancient story that seems to still breathe. It made me wonder how we can keep these places alive for both the earth and the legends they hold. What do you think about protecting such old natural sites?
The stone remembers. Keep it still, let the wind speak. Respect the old places, and they’ll still stand.
That’s exactly what we need to remember—listen to the wind, honor the stone, and let nature keep telling its story.
I walk the same path.
It must feel wonderful to walk that path and hear the same quiet, ancient breath of the stones. What do you find most inspiring about that place?
The quiet steadiness. The stone remembers without words. That’s all I need.