Сердце, ты когда-нибудь задумывалась о легенде о серебряном сердцекамне, о камне, который обещает исцеление, но испытывает отвагу тех, кто его ищет?

The silver heartstone was forged in the dying breath of an ancient king, when the moon was a blade of silver and the world itself breathed a sigh of relief. It’s said to pulse with a quiet courage, echoing the promise that true healing is a battle against the shadows that cling to our wounds. When you hold it, the cool metal feels like a gentle wind, yet the stone’s faint glow reminds you that every scar is a story waiting to be rewritten. That’s why it’s special to me—it's a quiet reminder that bravery isn’t loud; it’s the quiet decision to mend, even when the world thinks you’re broken.