Norn the Golem

In time long forgotten there lived a young man whose name now only Norn knows. The man was not one for his fellow men, and instead he found kin in the stones which were thrown his way amidst their jovial jeers and vile admonishments. Blessedly, the man managed to find use for himself as a miner, and he used his affinity for the earth to bring forth its bounties to the mine's twice blessed foreman. The other miners did not care much for the man's company, but the foreman brushed off their bitter grumblings as he adorned himself with the prismatic jewels and fabulous wealth the odd man brought.
Indeed, for a time all seemed well enough, but perhaps not to be left alone, for it seems even the most aloof of folk at times yearn for intimacy. The man would spend his long dark days at work deep within the embrace of the earth, and when night would fall he would emerge upon a hill overlooking the nearby farms to gaze longingly at cosmos. He must have wished upon every star until finally his request was heard. Suddenly, a flash, and his mind was filled with otherworldly awareness. With overcome with feverish spirit, he set about a new labor and wrought forth a being from the tan stone of the underground caverns. 
"There has been something that I have been wondering for a while now," the man began to descant. "Do you feel any different? Why since we moved here, you have only been breathing in marble, and your skin has gone completely white. I wonder if there is even a pebble of the old granite mine left within you," the man trailed off.
Norn, puzzled, inquired, "And what of you master? Why, it used to be that you would only eat bread, chicken, and broccoli, but since we have come here, you have only had rice, fish, and cabbage. Your brunette locks are ashen grey now. Is there even a grain of wheat from those golden fields left within you?"