Once a year, as he had for over 600 years now, Feldspar awoke and cast a wary glance outward into the world of Men. It seemed so very long ago now since the machines and such had inexorably taken dominion over the things of nature.
The fanciful creatures such as himself had, at length, been forced to either go elsewhere or watch the slow death of the land continue unabated.
It took the solitary rock gnome scant time to note nothing had changed since he’d last awakened himself. Sighing, he withdrew back into the stone to dream of happier times.
This story was written for Visual Dare #23: Peeking