Elder Seech sits silently these days. Their neck tightened and branded, their eyes closed long ago.

Yet their fingers reach far, and their palms cradle mountains.

What use is there to speak when you have chosen from the start not to listen?

Elder Seech knows words are meaningless to you. The only thing that whispers are the comforts of their embracing hands.

But can your ears hear even such a sound as that...?

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