Shrine Restored

Seeing another shrine broken stirs Lope to action. Concentrating on the token, they channel their energy into the damaged form, gently stitching together the shattered fragments with threads of their being. The token drums with renewed life, pulsing a hummingbird heartbeat rhythm, and as you place it gingerly back into the shrine, the world alights momentarily in a kaleidoscopic concerto. Hues twist and dance across the snow briefly, spinning and tumbling away into gentle silence. The pine trees shudder, slowly stretching themselves upwards, scarred and withered bark grinning with energy. New needles bud from their branches, humming excitedly with their first few breaths, and Lope watches as the old needles gently tumble away with the wind.