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 🌌