Much to learn, one finds at Stoneage. Step within, and the Force flows differently there—calmer, centered, as if each crystal hums with the echoes of a thousand generations. A place for seekers it is, whether of knowledge, peace, or beauty.
Geodes like portals to other worlds line the shelves—amethyst, clear and violet, carved by nature yet curated by skillful hands. Towering selenite lamps glow softly, like the sabers of old, illuminating not just the shop but the soul.
In the heart of the space, a great skeletal guardian stands—remnant of a time long before the Jedi. A symbol it is, of strength past and mysteries buried, a reminder that the galaxy’s past is never truly gone.
Stones raw and wild are sorted with care, inviting younglings and masters alike to feel their energy. “Buy one, get one half off,” the sign reads. Generous, their ways are—commerce balanced by mindfulness.
If serenity you seek, or a gift strong in the Force, Stoneage delivers. Visit you must, and leave with more than you came. Enlightenment, perhaps.
May the stones guide you. And may the Force be with them.