The wind, a relentless nomad, forever danced through the jagged teeth of the Whispering Walls. These weren't mere cliffs; they were titans of stone, carved by time and shrouded in an aura of ancient mystery. Legends, passed down through generations in hushed tones around crackling fires, spoke of an intricate network of caverns within these walls, a labyrinthine heart pulsing with a hidden power. The village, nestled like a sleepy...