In the dwarven tradition, it is commonplace for the quarry workers to sing cadences as they hew the rock from deep within the mountain. The cadences have often been passed down from generation to generation, having altogether lost the initial complexity of meaning. However, a thread of can still be heard, for those with wisdom and discernment.

And in the echoing chambers of the deep mountain mines, the lyrical cadence rises:

A tick, a tock,
A mirror, a clock
For wakeful days
Beyond the dark
And peaceful nights
beneath the rock
A tick, a tock
A mirror, a clock

And for those that hear, the meter thrumming, the pick that strikes and sounds in their very bones, they pay no mind. But there is another, long asleep, who listens.

Through an Adventure, Darkly

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