The crepuscular fingers of morning stroked the horizon and fell soft upon the parchment skin of the timorous creature. A miasmatic vapor emanated at short intervals from the tiny nostrils, as the dwarfish form made its way through the brambles toward the Ancient Stone. Clutched in one crooked, spindly hand was the New Offering, The creature gurgled at the thorn which caught in the tender membrane of its belly, and plucked it out with expert fingers.
Once through the foliage, the way was not so cumbersome, and soon the task would be done.
Emerging from the tangled vines and verdure, the creature was stilled by the beauty of the Ancient Stone. Approaching, it studied the Stone with dark, appraising eyes, the smoothness, the majestic, looming height of it…the perfectly molded apex at the very top…standing before it incited was sheer veneration.
The unsteady hands placed the glistening pebbles on the earth before the Ancient Stone, the body bowing once in subservient reverence.
The silent Stone had been there always. And as many before him, the diminutive creature had brought the offerings so as not to anger the Ancient Stone. The Stone had been angered once before, and the sky had fallen beneath its rage…many generations ago…Still, there were things the creature did not know, and would thrill to learn. Had the Stone really descended from the sky to keep close watch over those who had angered it? To consider the Lore false, was enough to make the creature quiver in fear of what wrath may follow such a query.
Bulbous eyes traveled to the base of the Stone. What did those figures mean? Would the creature ever know this? The figures were so defined, so imposing…were they, perhaps, the NAME of so great an entity?
The creature resolved to utter the name of the Ancient Stone… Hoping it would give favor to him for the knowledge…
The parched lips drew back and a guttural, tremulous voice intoned the new name. " … NASA…"
