Years pass by without much activity to be found. The rock remained untouched while the statue became somewhat of a local landmark. Some would attempt to fix the nose before it would just fall back limply, some would touch the face and the rest of the prism in wonder, while a select few would just ignore it as they went upon their way or settled for the night.

Despite its imperfections, no due to them or perhaps simply the influence of the rock carved and implanted on it, the statue was most appreciated. If it was a completely carved statue, someone might have stolen it by now. If the nose was right side up, another man similar to the one who carved the rock might have taken the task of finishing it to a certain degree. Which would later lead to its theft of course.

These series of coincidences, surely brought by the rock’s influence, allowed for this unfinished mess to become something that could be considered true art. Even the local wildlife noticed its awe-inspiring presence, with local birds roosting upon it and squirrels cracking nuts on it. This created a layer of white bird appreciation with nut shells and crumbs sticking to it. Many an odd traveler took this as part of the statue and felt the texture with their hands or pressed their face against it for good luck.

The true rock lied just a meter away yet went unnoticed by those who went by. It was not jealous of its abandoned half but was concerned that no one would bother to touch it, pick it up, throw it, or even step upon it. Invisible and intangible to the masses. Something that would normally be a good thing. However, lingering doubts about which half of the rock was the true one with these events.