To unravel the murmurs of ancient stone, tune your heart to the vibrations woven into the limestone canvases. Each crevice, each stalactite, a note within an eternal symphony. The harmonics of forgotten dialects whisper through the veins of these caves, an orchestra of silence.
Listen closely to the fossils of sound, where the air thick with sediment becomes the thread between worlds. Hieroglyphs etched not in stone, but in echoes, speak of cycles unbroken: moons rising, tides that capture the serenades of myth.
As guardians of this soundscape, we must decode hidden metrics of cadence. Reflect upon the script of caves: