Kari Bell sighed, Valentine's Eve always felt like a cruel joke. Another year of spectral suitors and empty promises. This Heartstone—a relic from a forgotten love ritual—was supposed to draw a true connection, but only ghosts lingered. Tonight’s lunar eclipse amplified its power. She focused, willing it to find him, the one lost soul she truly craved. A faint shimmer pulsed from the crystal, and for a fleeting moment, Kari thought she saw a familiar face amongst the drifting spirits—a flicker of warmth in the chilling Valentine's gloom.