Eons have passed, time is but a memory. The cold of ice that separated us from one another has receded into the distant past.
We play together, the few us that remain awake, it is a boring game of Rock, Rock & Rock (Having no clue of what either scissors or paper are). But still its something to do.
Then they came, pouring into the area by the hundreds, nay thousands, dare I say it gazillions?? Or it could have been just one continually coming back to annoy us and delve further into our mountain. At any rate, it hated us and attacked on sight, we felt the same way and responded in kind.
We have fought these creatures non stop for… well I suppose its not that long in terms of rock ages, but still they come!
Now there are more and different creatures, softer and yet harder at the same time, they shall fail to conquer us too!
The earth endures…