Amethyst & Lerochka
I’ve been thinking about the stories that get whispered around the fire—stories where a stone holds a memory, or a book can change the course of a life. Do you think those tales could be written down, or are they meant to stay inside the quiet of a crystal?
Those whispers are like a breath caught between heartbeats, but if you hold the stone in your palm and feel its pulse, you can translate that quiet into words. Writing the tale doesn’t erase its magic; it simply extends the stone’s presence, letting more people feel the vibration. So yes, the stories can be penned, but they’ll always carry the hush of a crystal in their pages.
That’s a lovely way to look at it—capturing the quiet heartbeat of a stone and letting it echo in words. I guess the real question is, who will read the pages and feel that pulse? I hope it finds a quiet corner somewhere, just like me.
I’ll keep the pages warm with a little touch of quartz and a breath of wind, so when someone opens them they’ll feel the stone’s pulse, even if it’s in a quiet corner of their own heart. It’s there, waiting for the right reader to sit beside it.