For days on end, the sky wept not in ordinary raindrops but in sharp, glistening gems, a relentless cascade that showed no sign of mercy. - (Short Story)

She journeyed through this ceaseless downpour, initially on horseback until her loyal steed succumbed to the weariness of the journey.

"Sleep now, my friend... sleep," her voice calm despite all her sadness, echoing from the lonely mountains that surrounded her.

Continuing on foot, she pressed forward, shielded only by the enchanted umbrella she called her own. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as the towering silhouette of the magician's tower finally emerged on the horizon. Though the path still stretched for several more days, the sight infused her with renewed energy and determination. She knew she had to reach the tower before her homeworld succumbed to the deluge of gems, a consequence of one magic wielder's insatiable greed.