Light Wielder Crystals hang from the heavenly chandelier on the city upon the hill. Catching light and doing for the eyes what wind chimes do for the ears. A rustling. An awakening of an ancient force that remembers, that yearns with an unquenchable thirst for transcendence for totality for unity for eternity. Crystals catch the sun's light, act like mirrors with the power of those at the Pharos lighthouse, and reflect it to the ends of the earth. Never giving birth to work by its own power, only transmitting a greater light whose flame has burned indefatigable to the chagrin of the night. Again. A rustling. An awakening of an ancient force that remembers, that yearns with an unquenchable thirst for transcendence for totality for unity for eternity. I count hundreds thousands millions of crystals dangling like diamonds, gleaming beneath the sun. Dazzling like the thread of the spider's web she's spun catching the nightmares of the world like colossal dream catchers, waking up those who've fallen asleep, and giving sight to a world walking in darkness. Justin Farley
