When everything else fades, there’s a light that hangs on. It’s the last ember in the dark, the final spark that refuses to quit. This crystal that catches the light just right, reflecting strength, resilience, and a little bit of that raw, untamed glow that stays with you long after the sun sets. It’s the glow of something unbroken, something that just won’t quit. Like the last star before the sky shifts, it’s a reminder that the brightest moments often come when the world feels quietest.