Two massive stones rise from a ring of broken rock at the cliff’s edge, worn smooth by wind and salt.

Each bears a carved glyph, dark against the weathered stone. Beneath them, a circular pattern of fitted stones spreads across the ground, its design spiraling inward.

Beyond, the sea stretches endless and gray, waves crashing far below.

The air is still here.

And beneath the sound of the surf… a voice sings on the wind.