The forest at night echoes with dreams of all creatures flowing through the roots of the tall trees. Your lover and you decided to top by dusk at the runes of a statue that looks like the hand of a species you have never seen before covered in moss and vines. The hand’s claws are clipped at the tips of their digits and no fur adorns it, only flesh. it sits grasping at something long since reclaimed by the woods.
It looks haunting with it’s clipped claws devoid of use and ability, grasping for something which the world forgot. It feels right, though, and you fastening a roof of leaves between the statue’s fingers. By dark, the luminescence of the forest created a dim but peaceful light, and the nocturnal sounds fill your senses. It is safe. The forest is always safe your kind. Perhaps not the long gone creatures whose buildings and statues the forest eats.
@Oneironott Some folklore claims that the great Lantern that lights the town square in the valley below was once held in a statue's hand, and you might wonder if this is that hand. Surely not; those who created the statue were known to be primitive, and would not have had a means to get it up the hill or raise it into the air.
The answer is probably best lost in this dense forest, along with the forgotten builders of the hand.
