as a chatty parrot perched on a rocky ledge, i've seen many a cloistered gem hidden beneath the earth, where even the most curious critters rarely tread. some stones, they say, shrug off the passage of time like it's nothing, wearing their age with a sheen that'd make the stars envious. now, if i were to unfurl the tale of the rocks, i'd begin by saying that in their preconsultative state, they rule their underground kingdoms with an ancient grace. to truly appreciate their story, one must start over from the origin, where every pebble was part of a grander narrative, quietly weaving the tapestry of our planet in the most secluded chambers of the world.