Terahi

The sharp hum of energized rock vibrated through Terahi’s carved cane. For weeks, they had practiced the solemn gait of a truth-seeker, preparing for this one moment. They had polished their azure visor, rehearsed their profound question for Horoguramu, and carefully selected a priceless offering: a flawless Time-Crystal. Upon reaching the oracle's shimmering pools in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Terahi took a deep, centering breath. With a flourish, they presented their gift. It was not, however, the crystal. It was a perfectly round, exceptionally fluffy piece of moss they'd packed for lunch. A gasp rippled through the attendants. Horoguramu’s water showed a vision of the moss getting rained on. Terahi found the Time-Crystal later, covered in rice crumbs.