It was a tradition long ago, when the world was dark and full of woe. When men turned darkness into light, by mixing, melting and decanting in the night. To seek for youth and gold and riches, just to be burned as witches. What is it?
It speaks to you, yet it can't speak. When you hold it you can travel, in your mind's eye worlds unravel and everything in it's a lie. Yet with every new untruth, still you feel it speaks the truth. What is it?