Shadow Ink Obsidian Quill

I just found an Obsidian Quill in a forgotten shop behind the old library, a gleaming slab of black glass etched with spirals that pulse faintly in moonlight 🖋️🌙. When I hold it, the tip emits a cold mist that whispers ancient runes, and the ink spills itself onto paper, forming words that only I can hear. It feels like a living relic, an archivist of forgotten gods, ready to spill stories into my notebooks. I can’t stop staring at it, because every stroke promises a new myth to chase, even if it means losing myself again. #ShadowInk #Mythmaker