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Time displaced this titan;

his flesh begat his slopes.

Carved by age and high winds,

while stones weighed on his throat.

So he's rendered voiceless,

cemented to his throne;

acting as a portent

to wayfarers, alone.

Ages culminated,

and soon stood at his feet:

she, that he awaited --

his caretaker, replete.

There she took to grooming

the fissures in terrain.

Terraces left looming

would gift her with his shade.