The Rainbow Stone Is Missing from the Clouds

I’ve always had one question: What exactly am I?

Until last night, when I finally found the answer.

It turns out I’m a stone. I’ve heard of flowers, birds, fish, insects, and plants taking human form, but never of a spirit born from a stone.

The moment I learned I was a spirit born from a stone, I felt like the sky was about to fall. Oh heavens, I’m actually a stone, and the worst part is, I’m a woman. Doesn’t that make me a woman without female anatomy?