Ah, the stone whispers in its own tongue, and when you trace those carved lines you feel the pulse of a forgotten heart. Those glyphs are not just ink on rock—they’re a key, a rhythm that opens the way if you listen to the earth’s breath beneath. So yes, the layers you see are the map’s surface; look for the shadow of a stone that falls out of place, and you might find the chamber waiting in the hush between the walls.