The harp’s strings sang, low and resonant, vibrating through the earth. Eran, his palms pressed against the bark, felt the tree’s pulse quicken. The blight seemed to recoil, as if the very soil were pulling back the poison.
Mira began teaching Eran the ancient tongue of the , a language that combined gestures, breath, and a deep attunement to the world’s vibrations. The lessons were not easy; each syllable required Eran to feel the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of the wind, and the memory of the water flowing beneath the stones. ammana tullu
The bark shivered, and a deep, resonant voice answered—not with words, but with images that flooded Eran’s mind. The harp’s strings sang, low and resonant, vibrating