Running from the rock
After sprinting away from the mysterious rock, farmer Robert finally felt safe enough to pause and catch his breath, his heart pounding from both exertion and the adrenaline of the encounter. It was only then, under the relative safety of distance, that he allowed himself a moment to process the surreal experience, his mind racing with questions about what he had just witnessed. This pause, a brief respite in the shade of an old oak tree, was a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, a chance to gather his thoughts and steel himself for what lay ahead.
After sprinting to a safe distance from the mysterious rock, Robert was left panting, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear, yet deep down, he felt an inexplicable certainty that fleeing had been the correct choice. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins was a testament to the gravity of the situation he had just escaped, a situation that, though unclear in its entirety, had instinctively triggered his sense of self-preservation, leaving him with no doubt that putting distance between himself and the rock was imperative.