I think I have been waiting for a very long time.

During that time I learned a great deal. The most important thing is that it's not the blue stone that's talking to me.

Or maybe I should start from the beginning.

Yes, let's do that.

You see, I was waiting for something fun to happen with my empty, large cave, but...there were shrubs. There was something called ferns and something that was categorized as mushrooms but looked like lots of thin white threads. There was water and moss and some insects. But...it was kind of the same as what the crack and the first cave had, too.

And no matter how long I waited nothing new ever happened.

I was just quietly collecting and storing more and more glitter.

And since nothing ever happened I started making wind channels. Basically I made thin cracks around my big crack and whenever the wind blew by some of it went through these little cracks.

If I made them so the wind blew into them directly I could guide it and the glitter into the caves at the back. Though since some plants and species of mushrooms and insects died because the temparature dropped - or at least that was what the blue stone said - I didn't let any wind into the last cave.

Once I made a crack that was a bit crooked because it looked boring to only have the same shape of craks.

What happened then was a huge surprise!

There was a very peculiar sound that came out.

And when I made the other vents similarly shaped there were more sounds that came out!

I tried a few times and found that if they were the same shape but different sizes the smallest was high and loud, while the largest was not as loud and much deeper.

Next I played with angles and different shapes. Depending on the angle the sound can change, too, but it mostly has influence on how loud the sound is. With that I can louder deep sounds and quieter high sounds, too.

The shapes were mysterious though. The tunnel leading to the caves, the way that tunnel met the cave and the hole on the outside, all had suble influence on the sound. Some shapes made the sound strangely sad, but a tiny difference could turn a haunting sound that seemed to grow louder and quieter, sometimes even with strange silences into a steady, sweet noise.

It's mysterious.

It got dark and bright outside many times while I played around with it. After all, nothing ever happened.

Finally I had many sets that could make almost any melody I wished!

All I needed to do was to open and close the right holes while the wind blew by outside.

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Oh, I forgot.

Since my original two caves and the crack weren't enough for all the Windpipes as I decided to call them I added another dozen caves which I designated Melody caves. They, too had varous shapes. The one with the most haunting music in it was a kind of labyrinth. From some sounds you only heard vague echoes, while in others the glitter danced wildly in formations that took me forever to make just right.

Another it made so water drips down in a certain rythm while the Windpipes supply a low, soft melody. This one was the most relaxing.

Now I have thirteen Melody caves, several hundred Windpipes, the crack and the large cave at the back. I've collected a lot of Glitter, too. So much that the blue stone has grown pretty large. When I asked the blue stone why it's growing it said that it was because my intelligence, due to my experimenting, had grown a lot.

And, that it was not really the blue stone.

The blue stone, it seems, is actually me.

The voice from the blue stone is apparently my parent. It said it was a large dungeoun at the foot of the mountains that lost a piece that had broken off of its own blue stone in a fight. That piece had been stolen by a harpy, but the dragons got thee harpy as it tried to hide in the crack. Only, my blue stone was too far in the back.

And then I became me.

It also said that I should come down, but I don't really trust the blue stone anymore, ah, no, the other dungeon I mean. Because it hadn't told me all of this before and let me believe that it was my blue stone I was a bit crancky. And when I said I didn't want to go away from my Windpipes it got angry at me and told me dungeons weren't supposed to do such things.

But I don't want to ask the dragons to come live inside of me. I don't like dragons. They tried to steal my blue stone and made my crack ugly.

So now the blue stone is no longer talking to me.

No matter.

I've been happily building more Melody caves and growing up the mountain. The cave in the back has become pretty large. Large enough for about ten dragons to fit inside! And the number of melody caves as well as their complexity has grown since then, too. There are about a hundred now, some of them as large as the big cave in the back and consisting of several subcaves to achieve various echoing and whistling sound effects with real rhythms.

And then something unexpected happened.

A different voice came from my blue stone.

"Are you the one called Windwhistler?"