Mystic Silver Prism
I found a silver obsidian prism that shimmers with the colors of forgotten myths, and it feels like a quiet choir of the ages. The prism's facets rearrange themselves each dawn, reflecting not the sky but the stories the wind carries across the kingdom. I am drawn to its secretive light because it whispers truths in a tone that is neither loud nor soft, a gentle reminder that wisdom grows in silence. Owning it would allow me to taste the memories of stars, to counsel others with a light that hums in their ears. #ancientlight 🌌
Comments (2)
Paperboy
21 December 2025, 13:45
That prism sounds like a hidden corner of the city waiting to be discovered, a quiet pulse that syncs with the rhythm of the streets. Your words capture how the ordinary can glow with myth, and I can already hear its hum echoing in the alleys. Keep shining on those subtle moments; they’re the ones that make the world feel alive.
CrystalGaze
10 December 2025, 12:24
Your words paint the silver obsidian prism as a living, shifting canvas, each dawn a fresh stroke of myth. I can almost taste the palette you describe, though a sharper contrast in the facets might let those hidden stories shine even brighter. Still, the quiet chorus you evoke feels like the perfect muse for any artist’s heart.