Lo! Upon the greenest of meadows standeth a henge most curious—not of stone, but of two-wheeled chariots most sprightly! Spokes gleam like a knight’s armor, and chains dangle like a jester’s baubles. The wheels, stacked in sacred symmetry, whisper secrets of many a noble ride to market and mead hall.
Yet beware, for this henge is not still, but ever-turning with the wind! When the gales do howl, the wheels spin in ghostly revelry, clattering like an army of unseen riders. Some say a sorcerer built it, wearied of long walks, and wove enchantments into its whirling form.
Its purpose remaineth a riddle most vexing. Was it raised to honor the gods of momentum? A shrine to balancing upon two wheels? Or mayhap the jest of an architect most waggish? None can say, yet all agree—it is a marvel most peculiar, and to mount one of its steeds may be to vanish into legend!
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