Its story
A flawless glass teardrop, no longer than a thumb, hangs in a delicate setting of gold that resembles two hands almost, but not quite, touching. A pinprick of warm light rests at its heart. When held, the glass feels faintly damp and warmer than skin; when a wish is spoken over it, the light unfolds into a silent halo, and every nearby shadow turns briefly toward the bearer.
Lore
Some say this is the only tear ever shed by God, a moment of divine sorrow made solid. Others claim it is not a tear at all, but a seed of creation that learned to weep. The faithful call it proof that even heaven can grieve; skeptics call it a dangerous relic wrapped in a pious story. All agree on one warning: the tear answers the wish, not the wish-maker's assumptions.
History
Tradition claims the tear fell at the dawn of creation and was caught in a shepherd's cup. Over centuries it passed from saint to monarch, from monarch to prisoner, and from prisoner to no one at all. Its surviving accounts tell of a famine ended by a wish for rain, though the harvest came with floods, and of a ruler who wished never to be betrayed, only to find every loved one driven away. No record agrees on where the tear rests now.
