In the heart of the obsidian mountains, the Crystar Wing waited.
**legend ricochets** across barren tissues of night.
A wing forged from frozen light, cradled softly by void whispers.
**Instructions remained unspoken**... etched in vapor trails undetectable.
the crystalline structure, a vault of luminescence.
**To harness**:
first, tune the heart to words marked only in slumber.
then, allow the silence of stars to conduct the rhythm of memories.
**Recurrence of twilight hums** guided the unwary.
there's a path in the frost where no shadow dared stray.
it interlaces through willful oblivion; track the frost-nibbled slits of destiny.