When the first words were spoken.
And the old stories told.
The voices would make their way through the air.
Quieter with time.
But never quite finding silence.
It is the Goddess of Whispers who gathers those sounds.
Who keeps them safe.
The Goddess collects the words.
That must not be forgotten.
Be they from when the world was very young.
Or from just moments ago.
She has been known.
To place what she finds in shells.
When asked she will leave them to be found by mortal ears.
However, she chooses the whisper that will serve you best.
I have found quite a few whispers in my life.
They sit in a vessel upon my coffee table.
If you would like.
I can pick one for you.
In your own way.
In your own time.
Ask the Goddess of Whispers.
To share with you.
One of hers.
What do you hear?