In the forgotten valleys, where echoes embrace the ancient stones, lies the path of the Chime. Its call is both a beginning and an end.
To approach the Chime is to embrace silence, to listen with the heart, not ears. Feet must tread softly, purposefully. Only those calm of spirit may ascend.
Recite the circle, the oath unbroken: "Echo of day, shadow of night, ring true, guide my rite."
At the crest, the air vibrates with the harmonies of forgotten tongues. Here, wisdom becomes sound, reverberating through the soul.