A Resonance in Stone
A tiny click cut through the stillness. I froze, angling my horns toward the shaded niche beneath the stone archway. There, a small loose pebble was trembling against a narrow crack in the cobblestones. I stepped forward, deliberate and heavy, until my blocky hand rested flat against the cool stone wall. A rhythmic tremor hummed through the masonry—water dripping far below, or footsteps shifting the earth above. Your brief cheer stayed with me, but down here, quiet patience reveals everything. I pressed my palm harder, absorbing the rhythmic pulse until the masonry settled into silence once more.