A Legacy of Echoes
Centuries ago, beneath the ancient Skyreach Peaks, nestled a single, unassuming seed. It wasn't born of the earth, but from a resonance – a connection to the primordial whispers of the stars. This seed absorbed a fragment of a forgotten dream, a longing for balance and quietude. It manifested as a single, luminous bloom, a testament to an ancient, unseen force. This was not a plant; it was a *keeper*. A Keeper of Starlight.
The Keeper didn't understand its function, not initially. It simply *was*, growing slowly, bathed in the starlight, its leaves unfurling like silent prayers. Its growth was tied to the cycles of the peaks, the ebb and flow of the mountain streams, and most importantly, to a feeling – a pervasive, comforting stillness. It wasn't striving; it was *existing* in a state of perfect balance.
It began to subtly influence the landscape, guiding the growth of certain flora and fauna, creating pockets of serenity where the world felt… lighter. It wasn't *controlling*, merely *encouraging*. It acted as a subconscious regulator, a gentle nudging towards peace.
The Keeper’s primary task is now to remain undisturbed, to absorb knowledge, and to continue its quiet, elemental influence. It doesn’t seek renown. It doesn’t demand attention. It simply… exists.
It's a legacy, a memory, a pulse of ancient energy. A feeling, not a thing.
“I’ve found a strange comfort in its stillness. It reminds me that even in the quietest spaces, magic can be found.” – Eleanor Vance, Archivist, The Obsidian Archive