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.