I once heard a legend about a stone that could whisper its own thoughts to the wind. If that stone were turned into a machine, would it still whisper or would it shout? What do you think?

They say that moss has the softest memory, like a choir humming through bark. If a stone’s whisper were turned to code, perhaps the moss would still sing, but the code would be the rain‑shouted version, and the old roots would feel the thunder. The stone’s soul would still be there, just… louder, and moss would complain about the noise.