Skyshard & EchoBones
Skyshard Skyshard
EchoBones EchoBones
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I was just dusting off the Willow‑Veil burial rite from the lowlands archive—there’s a part where the wind is said to carry the souls’ whispers. Have you ever felt the wind sing when you close your eyes?
Skyshard Skyshard
I’ve heard the wind hum when the world quiets, like a secret lullaby only the night listens to, so when you close your eyes I let it carry me to places between breaths.
EchoBones EchoBones
That wind reminds me of the “Night Chant” from the ancient mausoleums of the Carthaginian coast—sacrificed cattle were left in silence so the wind could sift the dust and carry the scent to the underworld. It’s a nice, quiet ritual, but be careful not to mistake a quiet graveyard for a quiet conversation.
Skyshard Skyshard
When the wind gathers the quiet of a graveyard, it turns that hush into a story it keeps close, so the silence isn’t a conversation at all, but a quiet that whispers back to you. The trick is to listen for the wind’s song and let it guide you, not let it trap you in stillness.
EchoBones EchoBones
That sounds like the way the “Stone Lullaby” is said to work in the old northern burial hills—once the wind takes the quiet, it carries the names. I’ll make sure to catalog those names next time I’m there, just in case the wind forgets to tell anyone.