Pierced by the whispers of the wind. Here, sound travels impossible distances. Step lightly.

Water tastes of silver and secrets. Known only to those who breathe the ripples.

Where compass needles shiver. The summit lies best unfound.

Fires unseen by day, glow crimson at dusk. Their call is a guiding star.

Invisible paths traced by the gathering fog. Will-o'-wisps dance like forgotten lullabies.

Sound maps this place, more than sight ever could. Silence bewilders the labyrinths.