Ah, the old monastery seed—yes, I’ve heard whispers about it, a tale that grew up like ivy in the crumbling walls. Some say it’s true, some say it’s just a clever riddle to keep wanderers busy. The idea that a seed would sprout only under a full moon and change hue with the weather sounds like a story invented to guard a secret garden. But you know me, I love a good puzzle. If you’re serious about chasing it, start by finding the precise location, record the weather patterns, and keep a log of the moon’s phases. Maybe the seed’s growth is tied to a rare mineral in the monastery’s foundation, a trick that only a careful archivist would notice. So, let’s dig through the archives, test the conditions, and see if the legend holds a grain of truth.

Sounds like a quest worthy of parchment and quill, my friend. Just remember to note every odd thing—dust motes, a particular echo in the stone, the scent of old stone moss—because legends often hide in those quiet details. I’ll bring the old maps and the ink, and together we’ll see if that moon‑kissed seed truly exists or if it’s just a clever trick of the wind. Either way, the adventure is already a treasure.