It seems to me that harnessing starlight is nothing more than putting one's faith in it. Without it we are lost, with it we are immune. I try my best but even I am but a pauper of this great mystery. At best now we have taken the debris of starlight crystals and scattered their minerals into the spring water, it seems to have rejuvinating properties, but oh it is nothing as compared to the legends. We may heal our wounds quicker or find our energy replenished but it nothing compared to the legends of the second age and Silme. So much forgot so little retained, our libraries have few words written about the great White Elf from the north. Through Ilmare she was able to give warmth by merely smiling, the hall flooded as if surrounded by fire. I need to go back to the celestial maps, perhaps there is some clue, some magic yet waiting. Yes, yes I must. Everyday the evil under our feet grows and I am more and more responsible for the fate of the unitiated, the ignorant. Pray Silme comes to me in my dreams to convey truth!