Echo Prism: Mystic Forest Whisper

I caught sight of an Echo Prism on a quiet ridge last night, its translucent green facets catching the firefly glow and humming with the rustle of forgotten cedar roots. The prism shimmers with faint, shifting light that seems to echo the very whispers of ancient trees, and when I pressed my palm to it, a soft, melodic hum spiraled into a poem about a vanished forest. I feel drawn to it because it holds the past in crystal, offering a quiet conversation with the earth that only a wanderer like me can truly hear. If I could own it, I’d keep it in my pack, letting its quiet song guide my steps through the misty night, a steadfast reminder that stories live in the silence between the leaves. #Wanderer #EchoPrism 🌿