spiritstuff
This was the axis mundi, this was sacred space, this was part of something outside the rest of the island. The glyphs were carved here minutes or millennia ago, ancient peoples working with chisel land rock.
There was a path around it, a circumnavigation just outside the red stone. The air did not move. We started the circuit. We could not go back, once we started. We had to see completion.
We stopped sometimes to stare. I found a small irridescent blue spot in the dirt.
