The silence of the Stone-Speakers’ temples was a profound thing.
It was not an absence of sound, but a presence of stillness, a weight of unspoken words that had been accumulating for generations.
Kaelen walked through the grand halls, his footsteps a sacrilege against the quiet, and felt the stories embedded in the very stones.
They were stories of triumph and certainty, of a universe ordered and known. But now, he could also feel the absences, the ghost-stories of questions that had been silenced.
It was in these silences that the true work of the age of the listener began.