"The stone looks like it belongs to you."

You feel drawn to this stone. As you move closer and closer, you feel gradually more certain. This is the stone meant to be yours. This is what you are looking for. You recall disappointments, unhappinesses, and regrets, all things that once happened that now plague your spirit. All these things can fall away, and will. The stone is the cure.

It's covered with a soft sheen of velvet, like a deer's antlers. It feels waxy and smooth under your fingers. You cannot shake the feeling that it was put here just for you. And the back of your hand is the mark: the shape of a circle with lines extending from the west, south, east, and north points.

You back up a little, and the scene subtly changes. Huh. That is a brown egg in the center of the clearing. And that is a marking on the back of your hand.