The wind carries tales, half-remembered, as if spoken by echoes of a quizzical past. Embedded in these whispers, layers of dust settling on forgotten know-how.
Underneath time's quilt, an axiom fractures: what was quizzed persists, though it may not answer.
The monoliths stand guard, holding up dinosaur shadows across sandy plains. The quizzical wind, a clown unravelling the laughter trapped in sediment.
Stoneface Tale beckons from across the void.
When fossils query winds, do they expect a reply, or do they merely bask in the unexpected touch of breath upon their rocky visage?
We may ask the fairytales of asparagus jungles if they speak to us in sprout tongues. Fossilized Wander.