The Listening Stone

This power does not roar, nor rush into strike. It waits, steady as stone, yet alive with the pulse of instinct. Every tremor beneath the ground is translated into prophecy, every vibration a map of what is to come. The beast’s strength lies not in the leap, but in the silence before it — in the patience that turns instinct into vision.

To hold this Frequency is to embody the mastery of waiting. The Listening Stone sharpens awareness until silence itself becomes the keenest fang. It is the wisdom that predator and prey are already written before movement begins. And when the strike finally comes, it is not chance — it is the echo of what was always known.