A small city, several dozen miles north of the doorway freshly opened by the Lord of Nightmares himself, the people worried themselves with the enigmatic creature that had been staying in their home for what seemed like months now. During his time there he had done no harm, nor had he expressed any wish to do good. In fact, they couldn't figure out what he was doing. For the past month or so he had begun traveling in and out of the city, returning to the same position every day. Every time he returned with a rock, quite large in size and always the same color. A deep grey with a thin layer of red clay on the bottom. When he returned he placed them upside down on top of eachother, then twisting his hand around to fuse the clay together with the rock above. Every day he only stacked one rock, he was up to forty-nine rocks now and the tower was getting incredibly tall.

The people of the city were confused to say the least, but they weren't stopping him, not for lack of trying I might add. They tried to stop him from entering the city by putting up a barricade of metal. I bet you can imagine how that went. The titan simply walked through it, tearing through it as though it were no more than a sheet of paper. This is sort of how they found out that he was non-aggressive, because even after they had tried to stop it he just continued his seemingly meaningless stacking. 

Every day that he stacked a rock he sat down on the ground before his stone pillar and stared at the sky. Tilting his head unnaturally far backwards to get a perfectly flat view of space. Never saying a word, never looking directly at the people of the city. It was meaningful, but nobody could discover the meaning. People poked and prodded at the lumbering beast, asking it questions about why it was here. Was it some sort of god or monster. Whether or not it wanted to kill them. Every question was met with silence and a continued stare at the heavens above. 

This day was no different, Erde left the city at around sunrise and returned at high noon, an enormous rock in hand. Carting it around as though it were as light as a beachball. The titan held the boulder in one hand and laid the other on the ground, a pillar of stone rose upwards where his feet were, carrying him high high into the air. And then he reached the top of his tower of stones, planting this one in the same fashion as the others. His hand twisted and the clay wrapped around the stone above it, squeezing the water out of it and drying into a natural cement. The stone beneath his feet sank back into the ground as his task for the day was finished, Erde placed himself bottom down on the ground and tilted his head backwards. Staring at the sky, wordlessly, a few drops of water dripping onto the ground behind his head. 

On this planet he had a lot more limestone in his body, he had chosen this to keep the plants alive. Without the natural filtration of limestone they would certainly be dead by now. And of all the strange things that Erde does, he cares for the plants growing on his body. The water that dripped from him was as pure and clear as it would be on earth, and it evaporated every time it touched the ground.