A high mountain valley deep in the Aktarvkus, marked on maps but rarely visited. The valley earned its name from an acoustic phenomenon—sounds carry strangely here, bouncing between the surrounding peaks in ways that make distant conversations audible and nearby ones incoherent. Whispers from one end of the valley reach the other with unsettling clarity. Shouts fragment into meaningless noise.
The Sylthik consider the place cursed. The Dead Moon Tribe considers it sacred. Neither group spends much time there, but for different reasons.
Some scholars theorize the effect is purely natural—a quirk of the valley's shape and the persistent winds. Others note that the valley sits at the intersection of several minor leylines, suggesting the acoustic distortion might be a symptom of deeper planar interference. A few claim the whispers sometimes carry words that no one present actually spoke.
During the recent revolution, escaped slaves used the valley as a staging ground. The acoustic properties that unnerved their Sylthik pursuers became a tactical advantage—the rebels could coordinate across the valley floor while their enemies stumbled around unable to communicate effectively.