The strongest magic

In the south, in sunny Ketam-Ai, on the eve of the Winter Whirl, children are told another amazing fairy tale.
 
A long time ago, in an icy valley where the winds compose their chilling ballads, a young sorcerer's apprentice named Kyle desperately tried to ignite a Fading Crystal — the very heart of the Snow Whirl. But Kyle's magic was weak, and the Crystal, which for centuries had given light and hope in the longest night, was almost extinguished.
 
In desperation, he searched the old tower and found not a powerful artifact, but a forgotten relic: a worn velvet hat with an embroidered spruce. Once it was worn by a great magician, but now it was lying idle, and everyone considered it just dusty junk.
 
And then Kyle had the idea to fill her with warmth. He quietly hummed the old hymns of the guild, hung personal talismans of friends on lapels, and tied a fragment of a moonstone instead of a pompom.
On the decisive night, he faithfully laid not a hat, but the quintessence of common memories at the foot of the Crystal. And the impossible happened: the memories of unity, work and faith that he had so carefully collected merged into a dazzling river of pure light. The crystal flashed with such force that magicians had never seen before.
 
Since then, the Archmage's hat has been kept under glass as the greatest shrine. She reminds everyone that the most powerful magic lies not in ancient scrolls, but in the connecting threads between human hearts.