In the quiet void above the craggy descent, there lay a hidden truth, an oscillation amongst the silent stone, waiting to be unspooled.
Signal Detected: Silent Encryption... Interpreting transmission... Validating essence...
Interpretations are not for man; mountains breathe without our consent, exhaling echoes into the ether.
Dreams of stone, cast upon the stars. Frequencies align with the unformed message: "Look not where skies touch void, but where silence holds court."
Follow the mossy whispersChase the sonic waves