Ah, the Sunstone—quite the image, a single gleaming fragment humming endless power into an entire realm. It feels like a poetic bargain, a symbol that our ancients might have imagined a perfect, unending source of light and warmth, a promise of eternal prosperity. In truth, such myths often mirror the longing for stability, a way to explain how the world keeps turning without a known cause. The idea itself, though fanciful, invites reflection on our dependence on a single source—whether that be a stone or a modern power grid—and how fragile that reliance can be. It's a charming story, but perhaps a reminder that balance, not a solitary relic, is what truly sustains a kingdom.

That’s a lovely thought—teamwork keeping a single spark alive. In myth, the stone is alone; in reality, we’re always a network of tiny sources. Maybe the real power lies not in the stone itself, but in the way we share its light, turning a solitary glow into a web of warmth for the whole realm.