🕯️The Obsidian Light of Elarion ~ Clear Quartz🌑🕯️

In the age before flame and time, when shadows still had names, a crystal was born beneath the world’s first heartbeat.
It was said to be the spine of a fallen star, a fragment of creation’s first spell.. hidden deep within the dark earth, guarded by silence & bone💀

Those who found it called it The Clear Quartz Gateway of Elarion, though its true name has long been forgotten.
Its points pierce through the veil like daggers of frozen light, reaching between realms and whispering to those who listen not with ears, but with spirit ✨

It does not shimmer for beauty.. it breathes.
It hums with the pulse of the unseen, the rhythm that moves through the veins of witches, gods, and the spaces between worlds 🕯️

When the night grows heavy and the air turns still, its light awakens.. not bright, but cold and knowing.
It reveals what is buried, calls what is bound, and reflects not your face but your truth.
To gaze into it is to remember what you once were, before the flesh learned your name…

They say it cannot be owned.. only kept.
To cleanse it is not to wash away its darkness, but to honor it.
Let the moon’s silver breath pass over its edges, or sacred smoke curl around its form.
Never command it. Never rush it. This crystal does not obey; it watches 🌑

The Gateway of Elarion is a relic of forbidden light.. an echo of the first spell ever cast.
Those who stand before it feel eternity stir within their chest..
It does not promise safety. It promises truth.

And truth, whispered through crystal, is the oldest magic of all ✨