For centuries, they wandered the Earth with limbs made of stone. Their core as cold as the depths of a cave. Wandering for centuries but never found. Never released from their monolithic prison. Each day turned into night which turned into day. The sun rose but did not warm their bodies. Nights were colder than that of a northern tundra. They longed for something they did not yet know of. They longed for more than ridged, cold stone. As the centuries droned on, hope of change was evaporated like water into steam. Then, my some mere happenstance they stumbled upon one another. One firm hand reached out to another. Just alike they were. Never had their porcelain eyes met others like their own. As they touched, stone was transformed by fire into skin. Fleshy fingers intertwined and smiles spread across their faces. They were made new in one another. Stone turned to fire. Fire turned to flesh. A new beginning spread across their horizon. Free at last.