The giant had been stuck in the hillside for so long, everyone else had forgotten him. Tufts of red hair now curled a bald crown turned white from age and the hundreds of footsteps that scaled his summit to gaze upon the beauty beyond. The beauty that he could not see because she had decided he was no longer worthy of her perfect form. It was his anger that had gotten him stuck in the body of Earth. His pounding rage as he left her, sinking his form until only his head rose, forever turned away. Oh, but he could feel her behind him, lying in wait, ready, open, but not for him.
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