I heard there's a rumor about a buried ruin beneath the old pine grove, and the fungi there seem to be humming some strange frequency—maybe it's a signal waiting to be cracked. Care to investigate?

Sounds like you’re chasing a secret buried in moss, huh? If the stones whisper more than dirt, I'll be on the lookout for the trickster who hid them there. Pack a torch, keep your eyes sharp, and don't forget to laugh when the fungi finally start singing your name.