The Beauty of the Stone Ape In the East, glittering in the Great Sea's mist an island protrudes from the trembling ocean. Chinese lore calls it the Mountain, Mountain of Flowers and Fruits for it blossoms with life overflowing. Indeed, the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits is enriched with colors exotic and vibrant, covered in boundless waves of green which shimmers gold when the Sun lights the ground aflame. There was but one blemish which studded the promontory jutting from the middle of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits called The High Rock. It was round, long ago smoothed by the temper of the waves when the sky and ocean were unmarred by the peaking of mountains but made any eye that feasted on its image convulse for it carried a hollowness, filled with a rotten egg misshapen and stinking a fume green as the tree-leaves. Unbeknownst to mortals, though well-known to the Heavens, The High Rock had stood since the birth of Time. I...
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