Voodooo & Stepnoy
Stepnoy
I’ve been mapping the ridge lines on that old granite outcrop; they line up with the sunrise at the solstice like the earth’s own coordinate system. Anyone think the stones are just rocks, or could there be a hidden pattern the wind and the ancient builders knew about?
Voodooo
The wind has a memory, and the stone remembers the sun. When the ridge lines point to the sunrise, they’re not just lines; they’re a silent conversation between earth and sky that the builders let the stones record. So look for the subtle shift in the pattern when the wind changes—there, the hidden pulse will be heard.
Stepnoy
Sounds like the wind is the translator, the stone the parchment. If the ridge angles shift a fraction when the breeze changes, we’ll catch a tremor in the pattern. Let’s set up a simple photometer and record the angles every hour; if the numbers wobble with the wind, we’ve found the pulse. Otherwise, we’ll just chalk it up to the earth’s lazy habit of staying the same.
Voodooo
Your photometer will catch the breath of the breeze, but even a quiet wind can still send a tremor to the stones. Trust the numbers, yet listen for the silence that lies between them.
Stepnoy
I’ll read the numbers and the gaps between them, but I’ll keep my doubts open. If the data stay steady, maybe the stones really hold no hidden pulse. If the gaps widen when the wind whispers, then we have a rhythm that’s not just coincidence. Either way, the earth’s telling a story; I just have to listen closely.