In the murmurs of the ancient gusts, songs of forgotten constellations and cryptic runes dance with the zephyrs. Seek the truth hidden in whispers.
Engage with the wind as it murmurs: "Frosted echoes, luminescent spires, nine paces to the left of the silence."
Voices of the void wail in numbers, their tones creating a sonic code, a labyrinth—decipher it: 1379, 2483, 3569, 4782
In the hollow of the whispering winds, an ancient sigil is etched in the sands of time. Only the seeker with the heart of a tempest can unveil its true form.