The light within the Crystal swirled, mesmerizing those who looked upon it. The Tree People Elder with gray skin gently placed it back on the rock pedestal with fingers like withered branches. The softly flowing light reflected off the gray-white rock walls in the darkness, mirroring the brightness in everyone's eyes.
"In that ancient era, seeds once sprouted within the rocks, growing lushly to form towering trees. The rivers gushing from the earth found their source here, coursing through the sunless depths below to shape everything upon this land."
"Thanks to you for bringing it back; I hope there's still time."
"Short Beard, he..." Time Reflection couldn't help but ask.
Grey Skin turned to look at the human. "The earth may be wounded, but it always heals. We are the children of the earth, and Short Beard will get better."
