The Cinders of Art

All of the sculptures were beautiful, masterfully done. The grove was full of them. There was one of a fox with its nose raised, as if sniffing the air, made of red wood. A deer peeked out from behind a rock the size of a house, but it was made of marble. An eagle made of obsidian perched on the bough of a tree, its wings open, as if it had just landed there. A man of some dark metal embraced a woman of a light metal. The log of a tree stood by itself, debranched and debarked, carved exquisitely with markings that neither Rudsis nor Afena could understand, but that seemed to follow a spiral pattern going from the bottom to the top, and viceversa.