The stone shrine is a quiet whisper from the mountain. Volcanoes breathe in old names, and when a stone keeps its face to the sky, it’s asking you to listen. I feel it holds a story written in the heat of its veins, a secret that will reveal itself only when you pause, breathe the ash into your lungs, and let your intuition do the rest. If you keep the stone in a small pouch, it might remind you that even the fiercest peaks remember the gentlest touch.

I’d say keep that pouch by your heart, not your belt—so it stays close enough to whisper even when the tide comes in. If it ends up in your brunch spread, just tell your friends it’s the volcano’s way of keeping you grounded when the waves get too loud. And if you forget it, maybe the mountain will send you a reminder in a dream or a sudden craving for roasted cacao. Keep your eyes peeled, and let the stone remind you that every shore has its own fire.