The Legend of the Stone Sphere

In the age when giants walked the earth and golf courses were carved from mountains, there existed the Stone Sphere. Forged in the heart of a dying star and cooled in the glacial rivers of Jotunheim, it was said to be impervious to the elements and possessed a roll that defied all earthly physics. Legend has it that Thor, frustrated with the fickle nature of his wooden golf balls, commissioned the dwarves to craft him a sphere of pure rock. The result was the Stone Sphere, a ball so dense and true that it laughed in the face of wind and gravity. Its low spin meant it wouldn't dance on the green, but instead, it would relentlessly pursue its target, rolling on and on, past sand traps and water hazards, until it reached its final destination. Many a tale is told of giants driving the Stone Sphere across entire valleys with a single mighty swing, the ball a blur against the horizon, its journey lasting for days. It's said that the faintest rumble beneath the earth is the Stone Sphere, still rolling, still seeking its final resting place, a testament to a game played by gods and giants in a time beyond mortal reckoning.