The Tale Stone

A story of truth, silence, and the guardian raven

Once, in the heart of a timeless forest, there stood a stone unlike any other. Smooth as glass and deep grey in color, this stone held within it the voices of those who had once spoken truths, told stories, or whispered wishes to the world.

This was the Tale Stone, and it was said that any message spoken near it would only reach those who truly needed to hear it – no one else. The forest creatures revered the stone, for it protected them from noise, lies, and needless chatter. They used it to share warnings, wisdom, and even quiet joy.

But one day, a storm of noise swept the land. Spammers, rumor-mongers, and mindless messengers flooded the forest, each trying to shout louder than the last. The harmony began to crumble.

Then came the Raven.

Perched high above the stone, the Raven did not caw, but listened. With eyes that saw meaning where others saw nonsense, it began to sort the voices truth from falsehood, signal from noise. With a flap of its wings, it cast a calm silence across the forest, allowing only the honest tales to remain.

From that day on, the Tale Stone and the Raven became guardians of quiet clarity. Messages were once again heard only by those who needed them. And the forest, guarded by tale and stone, remained a place where every voice mattered — but only the right ones were heard.

Talestone. Let your words land where they belong.