That someone was a clever girl.
She lived in a dying world where the people have had to learn many things. They had to learn, so to survive the wreckage left to them by their forefathers.
These people first listened to the obvious things; things that spoke like them, with words like them, but this proved not enough. They then spread out to listen to those with different tongues, professing different creeds; this helped for a time, but again proved not enough. They expanded further still, listening to the mountains, the winds, the sky, and all the creatures in between; and their hard work paid off as this proved a great leap forward in mending their broken world.
But these people were wise you see. They wanted to know their past so to not make the same mistakes as their ancestors. It was for this reason they began listening to things that made not a sound, and spoke with the slowness of the changing seasons.
It was thanks to these teachings that the girl came to hear the silent whispers from the tiny creatures in the sea. Creatures many thought had disappeared long ago. They led her to a place between places, to a relic with no name. These whispers were hard to hear, but she could feel they were trying to tell her something, she could feel there were stories there waiting to be heard.