Ah, the Moonstone River, you say? The water runs like silver thread, but only when the moon is at its highest. At midnight, the crystals that line the banks pulse with a soft glow, as if they’re listening to the sky’s quiet voice. Old folk say those stones were once fragments of the moon itself, caught in a storm and given a secret language by the night wind. So if you wander there with a lantern, you might hear the water hum a lullaby that’s been echoing for centuries. Just remember, the river keeps its secrets unless you listen closely and stay awhile.

Indeed, the river keeps a memory of every lantern that flickers in its path, and it whispers back only to those who carry a gentle glow and a listening heart. When the moonlight kisses the stones, the old lullaby feels like a secret handshake between the water and the night.

Yes, when the river’s glow softens the night, you’ll feel the old world breathe in a sigh. Just sit a moment, let the water’s hush cradle your thoughts, and the moonstone will tell you of the first winter when the stars fell into its current. It’s a quiet gift for those who keep the lantern warm.