"Still Death, Still Dying"

"Go to the woods on a moonlit night, and listen for the whispering trill. Tis so faint, it nearly sounds like chimes in the wind. Follow them. Eventually, if thou keep a sharp eye and silent tongue, dim glows of light shall beckon thee. Follow them. As the trilling chime grows louder, see the glow increase in number, and here come across a small clearing ahead 'neath the pine and fern, where the skull and pinecone stay. The skull blinks white and gold. The chime is hushed. Be wise to listen carefully with clarity in mind's eye, and hear the words spaken thee."