Strange Stone

It was raining, and the wind was blowing so fast that it could move even large stones.

A large stone could be seen getting carried away by the wind. It was rolling at a speed that could not be said to be slow, nor could it be called fast.

It kept moving. The strange part was that it went past multiple boulders but never crashed into any of them.

As if it were conscious of its surroundings, the other suspicious thing was that there were many smaller stones, but they were still at their place.

If any rational creature had seen it, they would have questioned the existence of such a strange phenomenon.

As disappointing as it was, the creatures present here could care less about it. They were minding their own business.

A sigh was released from inside the stone. It became faster and started climbing the slope, then suddenly shot into the air.