[c=#2dba69]The Coral Chant – Part 2
The Watcher of the Dunes[/c]

[c=#e3aaeb][i]There was no light.
No brilliant sound.
Only a silence less heavy,
and a forgotten notebook that found you again.[/i][/c]

The first song had an effect.
Not a miracle.
But a sign: something had answered.

The Watcher said the flute was not an instrument.
It was a shaped memory.
It did not produce sound,
it released what was already there.

When he played for the first time near a dead reef,
the Breath did not respond.
But when the tone was right,
and the intent was not to force, but to mend,
then a fragment vibrated,
and color returned.

But he was not content with revival alone.
He replanted. Always.
And never just anywhere.
"The isolated coral dies faster than the dead one."
"Nothing regrows on dry stone."

He searched for the slow waters,
the corners where a glimmer still lingered,
where life still breathed, even faintly.
There, he placed the rekindled fragments.
And he waited.
Not to harvest.
But to see if the song would carry on.

You have found the first note.
It is only a beginning.
The Breath has not yet resumed its flow.
But you made it tremble.
Keep going.