Sometimes I close my eyes and feel a crystal pulse, and the light it gives up starts whispering a new tale into my dreams. It's like each hue writes its own secret chapter, just waiting to be woven into the story that spins around me.

I love letting the colors swirl in my mind like paint on a midnight canvas, each one tugging at a different thread of a dream—like the crystals are little storytellers humming their own lullabies. When I listen, I feel the world shift just a little, and suddenly the night feels full of fresh adventures.