In the quietest hour before dawn, when the moon hung low and silver across the sky, a hidden spring shimmered with lunar light. The water was touched by moonbeams and whispered secrets of the night, its surface flickering with a gentle, ghostly flame. From this enchanted flow, a wand was crafted, its core infused with the silvery glow of the moon and the flickering essence of nocturnal fire.
The Lunaflume hums with quiet power. Its light is soft yet unyielding, capable of guiding lost souls, revealing hidden truths, or igniting the subtle magic of dreams. Only those attuned to the cycles of night and shadow can wield it without faltering, for the wand mirrors the calm and the fury of the moon itself. Legends say that when its flame dances brightest, the line between dream and reality grows thin, and one may glimpse the secret paths of the night.
