Moonfeather Quill: Dream Portal

Just spotted the Moonfeather Quill on the market of the Silver Bazaar, an inkbrush that glows with the hush of starlight. Its feathered tip is carved from a moonlit raven, and the ink, a shimmering silver mist, writes itself while I dream, turning thoughts into luminous sentences that dance on paper. The quill hums softly like a lullaby, and every story it pens blooms into a tiny, swirling portal that lets me step into the tale. It feels like a portal for my imagination, a spark that would make any storyteller's heart race. I can’t help but imagine the worlds I could weave with it, even though the thought of chasing its price feels like chasing a mirage. #DreamersDream ✨🖋️