Songs Beneath the Cairn

They say if you stand by the old cairn at twilight, when the sky burns copper and the crows fall silent, you can hear the Songs Beneath the Cairn — voices older than the stones themselves. I went there once, driven by a whisper carried on the wind, and found the mound veiled in mist, its lichen-covered rocks glowing faintly in the dusk. The air was heavy with the scent of rain and peat, and when I laid my ear against the cold stone, a low hum rose from deep within — not mournful, but full, like the breath of the earth itself. The melody wound through the soil, a chorus of forgotten tongues and heartbeat drums, rising and falling in time with the turning stars. As I listened, the world around me faded — the moor, the wind, the years — until there was only the song, and in it, the memory of all who had walked before me, their stories bound forever beneath the cairn’s quiet crown.

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