I heard these songs once before a long time ago. It could have been a dream but the air was crisp and the fog swirled in wisps so chill my skin vibrated. I stood on a vista overlooking a valley tangled with vines. This place had once bustled but now lay heavy, sleeping under centuries. The walls of this city had been laid down long ago and crumbled into the ocean as if trying to escape themselves. From deep ravines the echo of an ancient curse reverberated in silent hisses. This place had shaken the heavens. Was its pox a punishment for people who lived devoid of love or loved too much? Curses are fickle but brutal things and the truth lie locked fathoms deep, but then again this might all be a dream. It’s up to you to decode these Pillars and Tongues.