Bayo had heard of this cave from his momma's stories. He'd listened to her speak of glowing crystals and mosses, of the Spire standing tall and proud in the center. Though Giggle was a fantastic storyteller, her words could not measure up to the beauty of the real thing.

”POLARIS!”, he shouted, just to hear his voice echo, his mouth open in awe as he looked all around.

It was glorious! The most magnificent sight he'd seen in all his life! It was beautiful!

Bayo darted forward and ran through the cave, his scarf flapping behind him like a banner. He looked like a true adventurer with his cape and his harness made by Attikias, his mouth stretched back in a doggy grin. This was truly a journey of which the way there was the most amazing, and certainly his end would be far from now.

He wanted to see it all, and here he was, fulfilling his dream.

”Pretty...”, he said softly, coming upon a cluster of blue crystals, various mushrooms and moss growing among them, glowing with a gentle bioluminescence he admired greatly.

Truly, Polaris was the nicest cave he'd come across on his journey. Only one thing would make it better, and that would be sharing it with a friend.