♫ 11/320 — "Where did they go?" cried Yeula, "I can no longer read their feelings."

♫ 11/320 —

"Where did they go?" cried Yeula, "I can no longer read their feelings."

"Yeula, perhaps they have reached their destination and no longer need to imagine it. Perhaps they are already there." we responded.

To the untrained glance the mountain seemed closed, lacking cave or cavern. Yet, my feelings told me otherwise. "Yeula, this is one of your first lessons, therefore, look and listen." I, then we, said smiling confidently.

We sent out our voices in a song free of lyrical confines. We uttered text never bound to mortal languages. We augmented the air with Voxian empowered vocalize and like sonar echoes, they came back to us. I read the returning sound waves and we spoke to one another in the silent voice of the mind—the great Voxian Drone.

I, as the humble director of our group, walked alone for a moment into what appeared to be a solid face of the mountain's sides. Then, the others followed me and brought Yeula along safely with them. We had entered the mountain and it was clear we had found the "Shiny Shiny Place" spoken of by the caribou.