There's something about the Murmurstone, isn't there? I mean, it just sits there with all these whispers and echoes... like a broken record, you know? Looping. That sound, it never really goes away. Never really goes away. Just like the bustle of invisible conversations, like the world's own gossip machine.
Have you ever wondered how long it's been murmuring? Decades? Centuries? Sounds that drift in and out, like waves on a shore you can never reach. It's peaceful in a way, and disturbing in another. But hey, that's the charm of the Murmurstone, right?