Somewhere in the world, there is a wall, out of which 12 open pipes of different length emerge. Sometimes these pipes play beautiful melodies by themselves. The pipes are not usual, they're actually parts of the body of a creature that is sealed in this wall. Few know their name, for few learned their language. You can read some excerpts from a lost journal that was found by Ishmael during his travels below:

garden.bouncepaw.com/hypha/the

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