"Astron."
"Seek the Moonstone."
As the contents of that dream echoed in my mind, I couldn't resist the pull that seemed to be guiding me toward the corner of the museum. There was an inexplicable connection that drew me closer to something hidden there. It was as if an invisible thread tugged at my consciousness.
As I reached the corner, my gaze fell upon a small, faint light emanating from a cage, its glow casting an otherworldly aura. Adjacent to it was a modest stone, its presence bearing an enchanting quality.
That was what was written beside it, as the small and faint light was shining upon the stone.
I didn't know why, but I felt myself getting enchanted by the stone, like something was pulling me.
The dream was now disappeared from my eyes, but the connection I was feeling with the stone was real.
