They seem to illuminate a path for you.
The granite seems to glow softly, illuminated pawsteps suddenly catching in your mind's eye. You follow willingly, having an unwavering sense that this is the direction you are supposed to be going. You can almost hear the pawsteps whispering to you.
You follow the glowing pawsteps to the base of a tree. The ground around it is glowing intensely, a soft and subtle blue. As you stare, you hear a voice. A whisper.
Yia nad ali dig.
It is foreign.
But you understand it somehow.
You need to dig.
The ground glows blue beneath your feet.
Do you listen?