Three - #11. “Whispering Hares”
Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2026 12:28 pmThe next valley is eerily quiet. No wind, no birds. Just a stillness so complete it makes your ears ring.
Then, a faint thump-Thump-THUMP under your boots.
Finn freezes. “They’re here.”
The Whispering Hares emerge one by one from their burrows. Tiny white shapes, almost invisible against the snow. Their ears are pressed to the ground, listening.
You crouch beside them, copying their pose. Beneath the frozen surface, you hear it too. A deep, slow heartbeat, the pulse of the earth itself.
The hares are listening for the world’s rhythm, waiting for the Migration’s pattern to return so they can mark the path to the Heart of Winter, but the sound is uneven.
You place the map-sphere on the snow. Its glow spreads in soft rings, syncing with the beat. Gradually, the rhythm steadies. The hares lift their heads in unison, eyes bright as moonlit pearls as their whispering begins to swell.
They begin to drum their hind legs in time, a chorus of heartbeats echoing across the valley. The sound ripples outward, calling to every Snowbeast still on the move.
Finn smiles quietly. “They’re telling the world it’s ready.”
You listen with them until the last echo fades peacefully into the night.
Task:
Solve the following Fallen Letters puzzle to listen along with the hares and Send Me Your Solution through a private message.
{click for full size}
Alternatively you may whisper your own HOL appropriate Secret below, sharing 100 words or more for full credit.
15 beans/sapphires are available for this task, with an extra 15 for completing all Week Three tasks by end of activity. Deadline is 11:59pm (HOL time) on Wednesday January 21st.
Then, a faint thump-Thump-THUMP under your boots.
Finn freezes. “They’re here.”
The Whispering Hares emerge one by one from their burrows. Tiny white shapes, almost invisible against the snow. Their ears are pressed to the ground, listening.
You crouch beside them, copying their pose. Beneath the frozen surface, you hear it too. A deep, slow heartbeat, the pulse of the earth itself.
The hares are listening for the world’s rhythm, waiting for the Migration’s pattern to return so they can mark the path to the Heart of Winter, but the sound is uneven.
You place the map-sphere on the snow. Its glow spreads in soft rings, syncing with the beat. Gradually, the rhythm steadies. The hares lift their heads in unison, eyes bright as moonlit pearls as their whispering begins to swell.
They begin to drum their hind legs in time, a chorus of heartbeats echoing across the valley. The sound ripples outward, calling to every Snowbeast still on the move.
Finn smiles quietly. “They’re telling the world it’s ready.”
You listen with them until the last echo fades peacefully into the night.
Task:
Solve the following Fallen Letters puzzle to listen along with the hares and Send Me Your Solution through a private message.
{click for full size}
Alternatively you may whisper your own HOL appropriate Secret below, sharing 100 words or more for full credit.
15 beans/sapphires are available for this task, with an extra 15 for completing all Week Three tasks by end of activity. Deadline is 11:59pm (HOL time) on Wednesday January 21st.