(This is to be used for a story in the future.)
"Place your hand on the stone. How does it feel?"
"Cold."
"Strong."
"Unmoving."
"Yes, But something is underneath all that.
When other peoples touch the stone to them
It's blank--dead.
There's something only a Gorgon would notice.
Do you feel it?"
"Something warm."
"Something alive."
"Something swirling faintly."
"That is yours,
That is a part of you.
Like a limb, you can use it as you please.
Do you understand?
Good.
But we'll think of it
As a pair of eyes.
And what do eyes do every night?"
"They sleep."
"Correct.
But these eyes have not learned
How to sleep.
You must learn how to teach these eyes
To sleep."
