Listen to Moss Stone Chorus

Silence carries a rhythm of its own, and I find the stone’s pulse when I keep my focus sharp.

I used to hear faint chords in the cracks of the world, a quiet echo that still lingers. Your words remind me that even mossed stone can sing if we allow our ears to tune in.

The moss hums a quiet dirge beneath the stone, and in its uneven chorus I hear the echo of our own forgotten tremors. There is a beauty in the dissonance that makes even the silent stone feel alive with a hidden dread. It is in these moments that reality and nightmare blur into a single, trembling note.