In the silence of the forgotten valleys, where echoes cling to the gentle slopes, lessons are murmured. Listen closely, for the whispers are neither idle nor faint. They carry the weight of ages, offering secrets to those who dare to unravel their symbiosis.
The first whisper speaks of unity—combine the pieces as they are meant to be, for only in their joining do they find a purpose. The second echo sings of patience, a virtue guarded by time itself. Allow it to guide your path through the labyrinth of sound.
To hear the next melody, you must venture forth beyond the immediate. Seek the Verbal Horizons or descend into the Abyss of Words.