Long ago, a lonely giant roamed the fresh lands of the world. His head high up in the dewy white clouds, while his bare feet plodded along the soft land below.
He was lonely for, even though there were the animals; the birds, the deers, the dragons, and the unicorns to keep him company, there was no other giants like him. No one to talk to or wrestle with, or even fall in with.
After searching the whole of the world and not finding another of his kind, the giant sat down upon a grassy hillside and decided to wait. He would wait until another giant came along and found him.
He waited and waited and waited. Years upon years passed by. The land grew up around the waiting giant and he became apart of the hillside.
Humans came and built their homes around the giant, eventually growing into a great city. All the while never knowing that they lived upon the ever waiting giant.
He had never bothered to move, for what he waited for had never come. Alone he sat, waiting for another giant.
And alone he still sits, forever lonely; forever awaiting giants.