Heart, have you ever pondered the legend of the silver heartstone, a gem that promises healing yet tests the very courage of those who seek it?

The silver heartstone was forged in the dying breath of an ancient king, when the moon was a blade of silver and the world itself breathed a sigh of relief. It’s said to pulse with a quiet courage, echoing the promise that true healing is a battle against the shadows that cling to our wounds. When you hold it, the cool metal feels like a gentle wind, yet the stone’s faint glow reminds you that every scar is a story waiting to be rewritten. That’s why it’s special to me—it's a quiet reminder that bravery isn’t loud; it’s the quiet decision to mend, even when the world thinks you’re broken.