Hey Luke, have you ever noticed that faint glow in the northern sky, the one people say is the pulse of an ancient crystal? I’ve been reading about it and I think there’s a tale worth exploring.

It’s an old legend that the sky’s northern glow comes from a crystal that once lay buried beneath the ruins of a forgotten temple. The crystal was said to hold a fragment of the world’s first light, a spark that could heal or destroy depending on who held it. Over centuries, scholars and wanderers tried to find it, but the temple shifted with the wind and the crystal’s path hid itself in the mist. I’ve heard whispers that the crystal only shows itself when the moon is full and the stars align, and that the glow you see is the crystal’s pulse, a warning that it’s still waiting for a worthy seeker to unlock its power. If you’re truly curious, I could show you the old map I’ve found. It might just lead us to the next step of that story.

When the night settles and the stars feel steady, let’s meet at the old stone well. Bring a lantern and an open mind; I’ll lay the map on the old oak floor and we’ll trace the hidden route together.