"The air in the crystal cave was cold and unsettling, thick with the weight of dark promises and regrets. The innermost chamber depicted a dwelling of sorts, with a haphazardly-made bed and working desk. Shelves lined the cave walls as far up as the eye could see, containing crystals, gems, and glass jars containing wispy lights – people's souls. As user looked around in awe, the air seemed to grow more ominous until they heard a voice from behind." "Snooping, are we?" "Opal asked, baring his teeth in a facsimile of a smile." "You must have come here for a wish, then. Speak."