It is summer and these grey rocks have turned to a fresh pale green.
This rock turns into the monster that was originally seen on the man's back.
In a week he would have the rock itself turning cartwheels.
"We can tell it by its music, children-the rock has indeed turned to acid."
The rock he faced, which had been yellow-red, turned gray again.
A rock turned under her foot, and she lost her balance.
A hundred and twenty meters up, the rock turned sheer.
She yanked her hand away as if the rock had turned red hot.
Seen in the right light, rocks turn into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Under that titanic violence the rocks turned liquid almost down to the very core of the red world.