The mountains breathe softly, indiscernible to the untrained ear. Yet, beneath layers of frost and sheltering pines, a melody persists—an archaic song of stones and silence.
Do you hear it? The crystalline notes suspended in the rarefied air, glistening like dew upon a spider's web at dawn. They weave through the valleys; they twist into nooks hidden from time's passage, where once the ancients danced in moonlit reveries.
Follow the echoes, follow the whispers, through caverns of ice where shadows slip silently. In twilight realms, your path folds upon itself, like a dream unfurling into another dream—a maze without ends.
Seek the song of the mountains, a siren's voice hidden in the granite. Touch the crystal formations, each prism a note in the symphony of silence. Are you lost yet, in the labyrinthine trails that disappear beneath the starlit sky?
The melody will lead you. Or will it mislead you? Perhaps the question is not to find an end but to find the beginning in the echoes of the past.
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