Five mythic figures loom from a scarred rock face, their forms carved with the stark simplicity of forgotten hands. A radiant, haloed titan stands central, its mind pulsing with visible waves, flanked by deities of harvest, storm, and forest—each body a living tapestry of corn-kernel armor, spiraling horns, or antlers dissolving into rootwork. Beneath their gaze, a silent procession of hunters spirals, weapons raised not in threat but ritual. Pale gold and ochre strokes flicker like trapped sunlight, as if the stone itself remembers fire.
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